maybe it's me..i'm tearing my own heart so that i could feel love, fear God, endorse empathy, and restructure my faith.
maybe it's you..that you don't like me to be happy, cos then what use will you be, right?
maybe it's her..despite her wanting to abandon a clearly immature remark, she still thinks of how i'm not who i used to be.
maybe it's him..and how his words morphed into lies.
maybe it's the entire state of humanity, and how it doesn't fit in people's schedule anymore.
i'm not sure...can't think straight with this safety pin in my heart.
Living without you is like going to a playground without a swing set.
Tolerable, but not as thrilling.
Tolerable, but not as thrilling.
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