Don't

You’re driving down the rainy street outside my house, and I’m stuck sitting on this covered porch with tears sticking the hair that you held to my face. I can’t drive. I’m just the stupid fifteen year old who wants to be loved. You’re just the stupid seventeen year old who thought I was better than what I led on to be. You were the only one who believed in me. I wanted to make my dream come true and sing a song for you to a crowd of thousands. That’ll never happen now.

Don’t waste your time on me.