Date nights and late rides.
I'm not even wearing the same size.
Dead eyes staring at the same lights
Wishing that the time would just be flying by.
Days on repeat
Praying on the street
That my desire of giving up won't make me feel like I have been living enough
And that I'm not worth it of standing back up.
You are the only one that makes me believe
That life isn't just living underneath all the lies
And the bad advice
That those voices are bringing into my head
Making me mad twice by trying to make me feel bad and lonely,
Showing me that no one really knows me
Because I've been lonely since the day that they know me
And that they owe me
Because I've been giving them a prize for their lies
And their unwise advice and the fake butterflies
that made me high of the bad guy that made my heart die without letting me say bye bye.
And it's not a he nor a she, it's the little demon inside of me.
~elle
