And if it makes you less sad, we'll start talking again.
You can tell me how vile I already know that I am.
I'll grow old, start acting my age.
It'll be a brand new day in a life that you hate.
A crown of gold, a heart that's harder than stone
and it hurts to hold on, but it's missed when it's gone.
I found my way home on October 23rd, 2011. ♥ Thankyou.