Why do drugs,
His smile does the same thing to my insides,
It’s my own personal high,
I just keep chasing that first one,
The one that gave me hope that maybe we could work,
It didn’t show me all the ways I messed us up.
But here we are,
I have nothing left to hold on except the pictures in my mind,
The ones, which for second, make me feel like I’m in a better place,
A happier one,
When life actually felt like a movie,
But then bam, the high is gone,
The truth is what is left to haunt me,
All I can feel is my heart break into smaller pieces,
And the quivering feeling returns,
The smile is gone, all that is left is tears,
No one will ever notice.
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Their is someone that I pushed away along time ago and it is something I have regretted for years.