It's like everything I do, is to destroy my own very self.
Everything I Iike, I end up hurting either it, or myself.
It's like the universe is conspiring against me.
With every passing day, it becomes harder to play pretend and not care.
I think about us. Not us as a couple, but us, as friends. Us, as two strangers who met unexpectedly and lived the time of their life. Atleast that is what is was, for me.
Because I see you now, already found a replacement when I thought you wouldn't, for me.
I thought I'd finally found you, someone with whom I can escape. Escape this place, these people I'm fed up of.
But again, I'm my own destruction. I sent you away and now I'm here,
At a war with myself and the way I see it, I'm not destined to win.
