the speaker in this door is blown
so nothing sounds quite right
i drive this ocean road… and remember
the small of your back, the nape of your neck,
i remember everything…
the truth is that i dont have time in my life for anyone that doesn’t care about me. not anymore.
there’s something that happens when you try to take your own life, and you fail. it’s the hardest rejection ever met. because not even death will accept you. and someone takes your biggest, most important right from you. the right to choose whether to live or to die. i don’t know what this means for my future. all that i know is that i’m forced to make something of my life now. i’m forced to find a way to fill this hole and be someone worthy of breathing. and i hope i do.
slipping down. and no one cares. so this is good bye.