Dont know why I am.. But i’m still here. And I was hoping that the pain.. the missing.. everything would go away. I wake up every morning trying not to think about it. Every night I try not to cry or drink myself to sleep. And its funny right cause all my ”friends” never even ask me if i’m fine.However i’m always there when they need me. And i’m sick of always being there, cause they always seem to be gone when I need them. And whats even more funny than givin’ your all to someone, tell em everything about you and in the end they’ll throw you away like its nothing.
Those walls you’ve built around your heart you’ve let them down. So its probably my own fault. But I just dont understand how you could say that you love me and care but still treat me like shit.
Maybe I care too much.. Maybe I do. Cause its been a month now, a long month.. And its a little fucked up that I’m here waiting for you to come home. Cause I really dont know where home is cause i’m so lost without you.
But I know you wont..
And i’m waiting.. and waiting.. but you never came and thats just really really sad.