I guess I'm still not ready to do this, the words just won't seem to flow, but this is all I know writing about my feelings so I don't explode. I just keep seeing you there lying on my bed
There will always be days where you feel like your best just isn't good enough, where no matter what you do no matter what you say, it will only be 'OK'. Why do these days always come
The pitter pat of the raindrops on the glass my world separated from outside. The rain very rhythmical in its own unique way, the last step of a long cycle, journey across the world.
A few months till you'll be free, to do what you want to do and be who you want to be till you'll really be happy, you'll have broke the mould overcome the expectation.
Don't want to feel this way any more, like my heart has smashed all over the floor it's shards sharp at the edge. We can talk and be happy but then we'll say one thing