I feel different. I feel to cry. I feel to walk away.
The worst thing you could've done in make me go to sleep, without knowing if you we're okay or not. How am I supposed to deal with it. I'm not sure if I want to stick around anymore because the more I stay the more I'm giving you piece of me. The more I give you piece of me, the more I am getting more like you. Depressed.
I didn't even see this coming, I just thought that I was changing, getting older, developing into this beautiful woman. Then I realized this is not how I want to be. This isn't who am I am. I am more cheerier, I smile more, laugh more, more happy. So why aren't I?
Who am I now?
The other part is I know who is trying to save you... But who's saving me?
Is it you?
Will it be you?
Sadly I know it won't....
So why am I still expecting you to?
Expectation is the root to all heartache...
William Shakespeare
