my fingertips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation, and i know i should let go, but i can't.

what hurts the most is remembering who you used to be and seeing who you are now.

i am perfectly fine, i walk through these halls with hair in my face, and make up running down my cheeks. i am gasping for air as the tears consume me completely, my steps are fast, and i stumble over the feet around me, and my heart is broken. but i am perfectly fine.

Maybe they were right.

and i'm blasting my music so i won't hear my thoughts but it's stupid because the lyrics just remind me of what i'm trying to forget. how did you manage to get all these people to sing about you