Theres always seems to be something sewing it's way through my head.
And dear,
It's going to kill me.
Something has been weighing me down for days , and it's all too familiar.
But then again , I guess that happens when you're not attached to something beautiful. Or on the edge of something phenomenal.
And even though it's been awhile , you are exactly the same.
Except this time , I have already met you,
And you have already left me.
And I know I worry too much , but I have simply charmed enough souls to feel drained of any real human nature.
It's this silly little "used to" that's left me here.
And I can spend days tearing at the threads keeping whats left of my head together.
But you're already there and gone. And it's all too ghostly for my taste.
