its funny how poetic everyone becomes after a heartbreak
i fear rejection
you left your mark on me
reading old texts puts you in the weirdest moods
"i'm happy" that's the saddest lie i tell myself
you were a dream, then a reality and now just a memory
people lose interest in me so quick i'm used to it by now
it's so hard to forget someone who gave you so much to remember
stop trying to make things better with people who obviously don't show any interest in you
i don't wanna feel that type of hurt again, but i wanna feel that type of love again
