I'm sorry for the way I've been these past few weeks.
I know that I've grown distant; I blame it on the lack of sleep.
It hurts to say that I've grown cold to all your tears and apathetic towards the games that you play.
I wish I didn't feel this way.
Sometimes, that's just the way it works out in the end.
Time has worn me down from stone to sand.
And I've got nothing left.
I'd be lying if I didn't believe that this was the end of our better days.
This is the end of our better days.
It's been two years since I've felt home.
Maybe it's something that I should find alone.
Maybe I'm just over thinking again.