i feel sick when i think about “us”.
i thought you cared, what a stupid dream.
we merely a bad memory.
the songs that we shared, that brought us together, now remind me of the flames we went up in.
i almost wish i couldn’t careless.
but i do, sadly. 
 

i tried so hard to make us perfect, while you sat around and laid your eyes on everyone but me. i tried so hard to make this thing real. 
i failed.