looking back on mistakes i've made.
do they happen for a reason?
no it's my fault.
no one wants to feel this way.
but get used to it.
this is reality.
not some virtual game.
throw it over my shoulder, i watch the clouds dissapear in the distance as they cast over sunny skies
awaiting to be covered in mist of darkness.
before i found happiness.
in the end, it dosent really matter what happens,
becasue if you've found happiness, you'll know for a fact
if he's happy, then you'll be happy. even if it did tear you apart.
i don't care, if you don't remeber my name.
i don't care, if people laugh at me and stare.
i don't care if i loose controll,
because i know.