We cry our selfs to sleep on the lonely cold nights.
Having the thoughts of the past.
Sometimes its hard to wipe away the tears and realize this is real life.
When the old memories come back sometimes the thoughts of them happening is hard to forget.
Its like you never moved on and it feels like your standing in one spot forever.
But you must be standing in that same spot for a reason that you cant let it go so bad.
Its real life we have to depend on not our past.
