so i shut my self down again, and wipe away my surroundings.
while the pain in my heart reminds me of time spent and
alone but capable to see through your s**t,
i will bloom into what's unexpected of me,
because your f****d up reality
has driven me to this insanity.
how do you like me now?
that what i thought.
melt into the cracks i created for
at least you can do is play the part, the one i wrote for you.
now time is wasting, and i have ruined many makeup days on your
another day will end, at least there's tomorrow