look at the smiles.
how did it fall apart so easily?
how did it all get so f*cked up?
what went wrong?
i really wanna pick up the pieces,
sometimes maybe letting it broken,
is it better?
i mean, broken so it can never be break ever.
i want it fix, but...
it can be fixed, but there will always be a scar.
it never will be the same.
i can't get corrupted if it ever happens again.
i got hurt that time, very badly.
i did survive it, and now we're good.
the scar is getting away.
it will be fine.
i will make it fine,
because i need him as a friend.
i need time and a great escape.
give me time, i really need it.
against all odds.
stepping away from reality.