When you ran away, you put my confidence in your box of things you didn't deserve to take. You went straight back to your new home, took it form the box and tried it on yourself, to feel less alone.

I won't stare at you though, shining like Miss Monroe. I won't care if you don't notice me. Today I read a new quote, providing me with new hope. I miss my life with you though, honestly.

We were a means to an end, through the course of a four year voyage that we called love, or there and back again. All those memories loom, nostalgia is a crippling disease, you are immune.

I won't stare at you though, shining like Miss Monroe. I won't care if you don't notice me. Today I read a new quote, providing me with new hope. I miss my life with you though, honestly.