then one day, I just won't care,
and all of these memories will be replaced
with more important reasons to stay in this race
then the ones I have now.
Because while it's gotten better,
it's still not who I am somehow.
And the fact that he's never seen my face
before I cried
makes me feel pathetic,
because he'll only see how hard I've tried
to keep the face
the one that I had to put on in the old one's place
the one that's just a waste.
I wish he could see me in my old space. with my old face.
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