This is it. This is me opening my eyes.

So you have a new haircut.

Some new friends.

I still believe though.

They tell me not to,

But what then?

Either way I'm hurting.

I call.

I try.

But in the end you never gave a damn.

And maybe living the lie was better.

I didn't know it'd hurt so much.

Who would have known you meant so much.

Maybe you've outgrown me

Or maybe I'm just tired of this shit.

So it was all an act.

You cared.

You always said I'd never be alone.

But it was a lie.

I should have known.

In the end I'm where I was back then.

Just a little more down.