*sigh* Alright. This is where I let you pick me apart and judge me :P
This is an open letter to
All the ones who never knew
That I felt like this
All the times we never spent
Wasting time with stupid shit
You know how we do
So drop me a line that says
“You’re misunderstood at best”
After all the hard times
The good never seem to last
I could write a book
Filled with all the stories
From when we were kids
Back when we thought
that we would always live like this
We were always stupid kids
Who never cared a bit
So drop me a line that says
“You’re misunderstood at best”
After all the hard times
The good never seem to last
“It’s too late for Words” She said
So turn out the light
and rest your head
So you can dream about all the good times
That always went by too fast
