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i don't exactly know why, but i don't like it here.
i like it better here, but back then.
old lives, old times, old laughs, old jokes.

this doesn't exist.
what am i saying?
it's all in the past.
you've forgotten.

why am i talking about this?
no one cares.
you don't care.

i do.

why do i continue to think about this?
why can't my mind rest and go to sleep?
and why do i wake up un happy?

why do you tell me lies?
why do you say them to my face?
and why do i continue to follow you?

give me a name.
give me a sign.

stop running me over.
and stop leaving me out.
because i don't want to keep on sitting here.
i don't like your eyes.
and i don't like your expressions.
and i don't like your essence of absolutely nothing.

sometimes i wonder about you.
and sometimes i wonder about me.
and it's pointless.
you know why?

because i want to go back to everything before this shit hole happened.
you don't understand.

but i do.

why am i talking about this?
this doesn't exist.
what am i saying?

goodbye.