It’s funny how sometimes the people you’d take a bullet for are the ones behind the trigger.
Is this the way it’s really going down? Is this how we say goodbye?
That person who makes hurting you into a sport.
Your words mean nothing anymore
It ain’t what they call you, it’s what you answer to.
We keep running after people who least care about us. Why don’t we just stop, turn around, and see the ones who are running behind us?
Don’t let people change the loving, caring person you are. Don’t let anyone get you down. Use the love and goodness inside of you to stay strong.
You were supposed to be my light at the end of the tunnel… I guess you turned out to be a train.
It’s kind of fucked up, isn’t it? How all of a sudden, someone just wakes up and decides never to talk to you again. No reason. No explanation. No words said. They just leave you hanging like you never meant shit to them and what hurts the most is how they made it look so easy.