And me?
In ten years I'll be trying to forget
broken friendships and those few I've loved and they've never loved me back. I would be grown up, but yet still have the broken and bloody mind. I'll be trying to get my studies in, wondering if I just saw your face again.
And you?
You'll be acting normal, all smiles and basketball tournaments, but behind closed doors, you're a mess. You try to act normal, but you can't. People from your life coming back to haunt you, me coming back to make you smile again and your heart hurt. You'll come back to school, to try to make a future for yourself, and see my face for the first time in years.
-Me
