Here comes the big punch line I've been dying to give. I don't really need you like I used to, and you can walk out that door and pretend we never happened. It'll all be the same but you'll be the coward. You were the one always looking for a way out.

They say actions speak louder than words, so I don't blame you if you go by what you've seen instead of what you've heard.

I hope you find out what you want; I already know what I am. And if it makes you less sad, we'll start talking again and you can tell me how vile I already know I am.

A little higher and we're well away. The dark nights are drawing in and your humor is as black as them. I look at yours, you laugh at mine and love is just a miserable lie.

You look like you did before, only prettier
everyday, I love you more.

I am learning how to be lost completely. I want to be found, be craved like the things we push away. These patterns cut every day. I need you to reach, I need you to need me.

You'll never know how strong you are until being strong is the only choice you have.

No one deserves to be treated that way. So even if you love with your entire heart, every fiber of your being, with so much passion that it hurts to think about it, you need to forget what you want and remember what you deserve.

Is it wrong to assume that you missed me?
because the look in your eye says that you're dying to kiss me

And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose, feeling like I'm worthless. But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine. Content with the fact that I know this city's mine.