The Story Of A Teenage Dirtbag

1/14/2015

I was never the one for living, I've always spent my time over thinking.
Maybe someday I'll have the strength to leave, or maybe I'll just stay.
My memories reeling through the empty streets; with nowhere to go, no one to meet.
I figured I'd let my mind wander for a little awhile, let it come back when it wants, its ran away with my heart, leaving my body in the dark.
So many nights wasted in bed, the thought of you dances across the pillow case again.
You're still on my mind, even though you aren't mine..