Come Back "(

Life's for good people, not me

My words turn into smoke, that reach up into the sky, soon making stars, far above my empty eyes

I may act like a jerk, I may push you all away with my words, but it's only because my heart can't bear someone walking away again

Too little, too late... Story of my damn life.

I've ruined so many things, I'm like a wrecking ball

I want to be happy again.

Razor, wrist. Wrist, razor. Oh aren't you two the sweetest couple!

Black nail polish represent my depression. They warn people beforehand what's wrong with me.

My heart feels like it's about to shatter in a million pieces. But I have no one to pick them up for me.