If you could just realize how broken I am
then maybe you would see that loving him was never...
Standing still, not moving at all.
Wondering again where I went wrong...
Pull the trigger
Bring the hammer down...
I'm lying on my bed
With unleashed thoughts in my mind...
My phone was ringing,
it was her mom...
Fine has so many different meanings
especially for every person that uses it...
Writing in her diary, spilling out her entire...
every drop of ink lets out her hidden pain...
Love, hate, miss, forget,
so many feelings inside...
Two days past eighteen,
sitting in the booth, where you left me...
Everyone wears a mask,
A pasted smile on their face...
You told my I'm a mistake
you tell me I'm a failor...
Don't look me in the eyes,
you wont see the truth, only the lies...