If I'm allowed to choose, I would like to start seeing you as a friend, I would like to stop loving you because I know we're not possibly gonna have anymore chance.

The thing is, it's not my choice.

I wanna go back. I want you back.
I miss you missing me, I miss you saying that you love me more. I miss you loving me.

I'm so tired of smiling, looking normal, pretending that I'm ok losing you. I'm so tired, I shouted at that bitch and she didn't dare to even make a sound.

I wanna forget spm. Forget everything, and just run into your arms. I want your hugs. I don't want anything else,.

Living is so hard.
You stole my heart and gave me yours, now you took yours back but mine is still deeply attached to you.

Living without a core.

That kills.