I’ve lost myself in the last couple of days, Used to be so fucking happy, not a care in the world.
Then I sat next to you, riding shotgun, turned to see smoke gliding your lips, your eyes slightly open as you smirk, lecturing me for a stupid mistake, cause boy you’re not my second choice, you should damn well know that by now. As time has gone by, I have given up us, given up on you. That’s why I need a chance, one chance, to see wether or not there’s still something left in my cold heart, the heart that has collided in search of happiness, one chance is all I ask. I’m fucking terrible when it comes to relationships, but boy I’ll actually try, cause at the end of the day, we both know what makes us happy, it won’t be perfect, or easy. Realistically let’s give us a chance to make it right, you’ve tried so hard not to get attached, I hear it through spoken words & see it in your eyes. Been through hell & back with you, but none of that matters if I can’t back it up, Because I can’t call you mine.
so much for confidence.