Pictures in frames with people like mirrors, but i'm still alive. Flowers still sing lullabys we all despise. Messages we never sent are now just thoughts passing by. I left a trail for you to find me, but it's all been in circles. It's not worth following unless this is goodbye. Pages left emptywith nothing to fill their margins don't matter anymore, because words are powerless until they're realized. Can you still follow me? Do you still see me? Never forgive me, but never forget, that if we gave it a chance we would have given our lives. From here on out nothing else matters, it has all been a lie.
