My pillowcase is damp from the tears that I cry.
Why do I bother thinking about you when all you care about is getting high?
We each portrayed a part until the curtain closed and we broke each other's heart.
How were we so perfect at the start?
I'm still trying to let go of all the times I should have said no.
When I told you that I wanted to stay pure, your only response was "whatever, sure."
I'm still trying to figure out what went wrong.
After all the times you said you loved me at 4 am after talking too long.
The only way to save me from my emotions is to move on, but I don't know if I'm that strong.
