When I was 18,
I met a man who proved to me that I could make my little dream
Cause he’d been living that reality
Showed me a world that whispers
Stopped my sleep to be a thinker
Made my face hurt like laughings somethings bitter
I grew that dream before I lost the dream
I danced the night and pain away
Blisters featured on my night out shoe game
So much love for the dopamine
But nothing compares to those calls till morning
That’s the same smile that made my face hurt
I’d sit there, strip bare, look back, reflections deeply figuring out
I'd pick my skin then breath out
I'd see the world and say that’s not fair
You live life like you don’t care
My face still hurts.
So tell me, is it fair that you get to live out there?
Live out that dream that we shared?
Do you think that its nice to see yourself be forgotten?
Now Tell me is that fair?
Tell me was it easy to erase a face?
The face that you erased made yours a permanent place in her heart.
Now tell me, is that fair?
One day I might wake up and call you out on twitter .
Show you how not bitter I am after all these years of withering away.
I’ll you how well I’ve aged.