typeracer

I am a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard. Handful of complaints, but I can't help the fact that everyone can see these scars. I am what I want you to want, what I want you to feel. But it's like no matter what I do, I can't convince you to just believe this is real. So I, let go watching you turn your back like you always do. Face away and pretend I'm not but I'll be here 'cause you're all that I've got.