Saturday, 8 January 2011
07:48:44 PM (GMT)
I don't need your shoulder.
All I need is for you to get older.
You keep getting colder and colder.
Just go home.
When you're the cause of tears;
why would I need you to wipe them way?
I've grown up a million times for you.
Is it your turn soon?
I suppose it was abvious.
That along a damn wasn't given.
Don't try to lie; I've seen it a hundred times.
To believe any difference would come was insane.
You're breaking my heart, slowly,
Ever so slowly.
What's wrong with you?