It's not them who hurt you. It's yourself.
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It's not them who hurt you. It's yourself.
Maybe it has to be like this. Maybe I have to cry in pain whenever your name crosses my mind.
After all this time I still think about you. I wonder what you’re doing and the silence that answers pains me so much.
Do I love you or just the love you give me?
It's 0:24 and I don't have any problems right now. There is nothing bothering me, no voices in my head talking me down. That might change at 0:25, but for now I am happy.
Life is so simple. We live, we breathe, we love and we die. Why, oh why does it feel so overwhelming then? Why does it feel like even my pure existence is too much to bear?
I am scared of the world, of peoples' cruelty and how everyone has a dark side. I am scared of love because I know it will end at some point and therefore I desperately long for an anchor, something safe that won't go away when everything else falls apart once more.
I imagine how you look at her through the crowd Just how you used to look at me It's the same story, just another girl
Can I just sit here and wait for life to take the right turns?
Since when do you want to know about my life? Since when are you intetested in me?
I think I might be addicted to sadness by now.
I thought the scars would fade. They didn't. Now I'm confronted with my stupidity every time I look in the mirror.
I don't promise you to love you for ever Although I probably will
I can't wait to go to sleep because I'll see you in my dreams.
I'm scared of the outcome. But not too scared to try.
Anyone want a perfect life? I'm over it.
I'm weird. I don't fit into society because I differ from other people. But I'm slowly learning to accept that.