There will always be a little reminder everytime I look into a mirror that I sold my soul and lost it all for love and alcohol.
I wake up sometimes and feel completely puzzled. I've changed in the name of love so much, so frequently, that I sometimes don't know who I am anymore; your guess is as good as mine.
I just wish I knew. I just wish I was better than this. I just wish I was half the person some of my friends are.
3:14 a.m. - 2010-03-08
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