i'm a mess. that's the best way to describe it. having no time for myself is the only way i can fight it. when i'm alone it's like i'm staring into a mirror, i don't know the person that's inside it and that's never been any clearer. this meant something more to me, there's hole in my heart when you used to be. i still wish you the best of luck, baby. don't go thinking that this way a waste of time. i couldn't forget you if i tried. you killed what was left of the good in me. i'm tired so let me be broken.