2 months & 5 days later
A lesson learned is a picture burned
You're a memory to me.
That was the day I put your picture aside.
Swallowed the fact that our dream had died.
You can cash in on what we wrote,
Helpless isn't the right word but it's the first that comes to mind.
There's worse things than being unknown,
I think in time I'll get by.
Smiles are not more than empty love
Locked doors can keep you alone
Forever paint words from your lips in a house that's no longer your home
Take the dreams I know as my own and it worsens weekends
And you run with fake friends
Thanks again for my misery