You're a little too nice, I look a little like hell, I'm a little bit tired, and a bit overwhelmed. You're a bit too late, and it's a little too soon, I'm a little too strange for someone like you.

I cannot remember where memory and imagination meet, but I am sure I forgot about you.

And then one day your life is just over, nothing left. Just you and no one there to help.

There's no make-up in the world that could cover up her broken heart.

When it burned it smelled like you, but it scorched and looked alot like me.

Just because I'd wait for you doesn't mean you should make me.

Even though you let him go, watching him hold on for so long made you realize he wasn't giving up.

You were my favorite part and my saddest ending.

I'm reminded of better days
let's go out like Kurt Cobain
because it's better to burn out
than to fade away.

You told me over and over again, I'm not worth your time.