“And I’ve built up this habit of expecting the worst, and hoping good things will come my way.I’ve been meaning to stop drinking coffee, and start looking out for myself. But when everyone else is deep in his meal, well its harder than hell to get help. I’ve been holding on so tightly, and I’ve been singing out love come find me. And the cracks in my skin let the darkness into my soul. And I don’t do well on my own. “
















