She thinks she won, cause she didnt allow herself to cry. Keeps fighting back the tears. But one day everything changed, she lost, and she cried harder than she had in a long time.

Heres to the broken heart that keeps on breaking. To the tears that are still beng cried. To the love that was lost. To the friendship that never matter more than money.

Standing on the edge of tomorrow, waiting for the rest of my life to start. Trying to figure out how to hit play on the rest of my life. Waiting for everything to get easier.