13.10.11

Winter made things hazy, and in my blacking out, I think I let you down

I wish you would've told me that this was hurting you. I would have done anything to make you feel differently. But in turn, your words spoke the truth, and that, more than anything, makes me crave change. So I'll let these words be the reality that wakes me up. Because deep down, I know that the daydreams will only sing a lullaby for as long as someone believes in them.