Why do our memories keep coming back, I wish my heart rate would just go flat, I rather be dying from a heart attack. I can't be living like this, always down and slitting my wrist, sitting on my bed tighting my fist. Because I found out that your back with him, only if you took the time to listen. Remember what you use to tell me, I believed you when you said we are meant to be. You changed and became a different person, your the reason why i'm hurtin. Well so am I, now I have betters reasons to stay alive, this is me saying good bye.
March 17, 2010