could this be hell?
I'm a walking travesty but I'm smiling at everything.
Please do not break my heart. I think it's had enough pain to last the rest of my life.
"I love her, and that is the beginning and end of everything." - F. Scott Fitzgerald
Where are we? What the hell is going on? The dust has only just begun to form.
I chose "safe" over you. But you... I was never one of your choices.
I smile because it's easier... Than telling you a lie.
Imaginations of what ifs... Realizations of what's here.
And maybe, just maybe I’ll come home...
Yearly, I remember... things I want to forget.
Are you uncertain? Or just scared to drop your guard?
When nobody's around, I try not to care. I must deliver.