some nights i stay up forever trying to go back in time.
i have learned to curb my craving, but in its place there’s a dull ache of remorse.
alone, in outerspace, the words ring on forever.
i heard it said that you are nobody until somebody loves you.
well, who are you when that love leaves?
the other side has never looked so appealing.
the only comfort i have lately is knowing that she is probably a lot happier now that i have disappeared.
i try my best to not be a sad bastard anymore.
my best isn’t good enough.
i guess this is usually when people decide to grow up.
i dont know about all that
