Advice is what we ask for,
When we know what to do,
But wished there was another way.

Stop comparing the pain.
You've had it worse than me,
And she's had it worse than you.
Can't you see the cycle?

It's not the fact that you moved on,
the pain of that will heal.
But it didn't even take you a week.
So I have to know, was it even real?

Because every night it ends the same -
Wishing that you were here.
And every morning starts the same -
Reaching for a ghost.

Two Girls, One Guy.
This won't end well.

It's been a year since he let go,
So why am I still holding on??

Mine. x/3

This may be immature,
You might not even care.
But I only ever felt safe,
Back when you were here.
x/3

How can I move on,
When everyone I met,
Is like a spitting image
of you?? x/3

It wasn't something you said,
You didn't do anything wrong.
But you're so alike to him that
my heart can't take no more.
x/3 I'm Sorry.

&&I can't even look at you,
Cause you remind me of him
x/3