I try to keep out of bad habits
But when you're broken inside...
It's hard,
It really is.
Your real personality begins to dissolve and the broken smile you once wore no longer exists. Nothing.
I can feel something shifting inside of me.
Something bad.
He doesn't know.
He shouldn't.
I can't let him.
Why did I let him in the first place?
Am I that selfish as to take someones time so that they can care?
Maybe I'm just something he uses to pass the time,
Maybe his plan was to convince me all along.
That smile of his,
His soft eyes,
His caring and cute personality...
It's must all be part of a scheme,
Because no one can really love someone like this
No one.
