im ready for it all why can't he be too?
tired of rejection tired of pain
the building up and getting torn down is
deteriorating what i have left to give
the only thing that keeps me going is the
thought of getting my next high
the feeling like nothing can touch me
i can leave it all behind
not a care in the world
just breathe it in
let it absorb into my body
let the feeling take over me
everywhere i turn it seems there is a wall
not sure what to do i take refuge in my thoughts at life before
this place. the warmth. happiness. excitement. my thoughts are my
only escape from the place i've come to. the feelings that were
attached to those thoughts have now faded like the sun behind the
clouds.
behind every smile there is
thought of what she used to have behind every smile there is a story to be told,
they'll never get old behind every smile there is agony and despair even if they knew would they even
care?