It's funny
How in all those places that had memories of you
Are now where I have lived my better days
You know, I have friends who I would live and die for
It must be weird to you, honestly
You have this image of me as a depressed, messy and reckless teenager... But you see I am more
And they showed me so
I love them, and it's not all just words
Baby, they're the only ones keeping me afloat while your memories drag me down
I don't even know why I still miss the idea of you
I can't completely hate you
And neither is this love
It's some days I want it all back but then
All your horridness hits me like a truck and I walk a few steps back,
You haunt me like a trauma, I can't escape
You made me this person I was, unable to love or accept being loved
At this point I don't know what is it I want to say but someday I wish you'd read all my letters and make more sense out of everything I never could say, to you
Baby once upon a time I would have even taken on the world for you
