It's simple. you say you've seen better days, and now i guess we go our separate ways. here's one for my loneliness and two for how we used to be. three strikes to my empty chest and four all my jealousy.

He's a fighter, but nobody can fight forever

& still she can't forget the nightmares.

& now I'm afraid to *hug* you because I know if I touch you I'll never be able to let go.

The heaviest thing I carry is a grudge.

Of all the things I wear,
my expression is most important.

&& she can't get the one she wants
so she settles for all the rest

These days, her entire life was about making people believe she was someone she wasn't anymore.

She started to isolate herself, because it hurts less than being pushed away.

Time seems to capture the moments we would rather forget and blur the ones the made us happy.