Sometimes i check,if i'm still breathing.Would somebody just listen?Should i go back?Should i?I feel alone and tired.I hope i won't forget you.Although you may have.Bring back what is labeled as 'memories'.I don't know if i should keep them in my head or chuck them below my bed.Like what you said,My mind is stuck back in zero three.Why should i even bother.You're just too good.Whats my age again?I'm sorry i don't recall.If not for this,I'd be a fake.Heck,why should i even bother,I already am.What you see now is just thick layers of paint and plastic lies of laughter and joy.Tears don't wash them away,it just makes it harder.Its been awhile and i'm missing you already.Were those lines just lines to aid the scars and erase to reveal whats beneath?Come to think of it,am i just a hinderence to your life?Or is it not?You claim not to but i'd figured that we'll drift.Look at it now.Nothing is going on.I've got my feet off the ground,I'm ready to jump.Leaving it all in a mess not doing anything about it.I don't want to see or wait for such moment to come to and end.Confusing it may seem,but dear,its just me.It doesn't matter,you're still fond of him.1,2,3 and it'll just come back to me.I just wished it'll be that easy.We re drifting.Are you gonna bid this goodbye?