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i swore to god i knew what i was saying. what i was doing. i swore to god i knew juss how i felt, and i was so sure everything was going to be perfect.. so sure...
i started writing him a letter in the centre, and the more i tried to think of what to say the more i realized.. im trying to turn this into some romantic movie epic. and life alone is its own movie, all im doing is causing drama and breaking my own heart. its not like hell ever get that letter.. its not even finished. and its not like hell ever read all that i wrote for him.. and its not like id ever find enough ignorance to tell him.. no, because i am nothing as good.. i am nothing.
sometimes i think, my drug usage was my way out...
so im not sorry to say, i have not quit drugs, and im not sorry to say ive given up.
tho i am sorry to say i tried my hardest and it got me nowhere...
i started writing him a letter in the centre, and the more i tried to think of what to say the more i realized.. im trying to turn this into some romantic movie epic. and life alone is its own movie, all im doing is causing drama and breaking my own heart. its not like hell ever get that letter.. its not even finished. and its not like hell ever read all that i wrote for him.. and its not like id ever find enough ignorance to tell him.. no, because i am nothing as good.. i am nothing.
sometimes i think, my drug usage was my way out...
so im not sorry to say, i have not quit drugs, and im not sorry to say ive given up.
tho i am sorry to say i tried my hardest and it got me nowhere...