Now I realize, I’d give anything I have
to walk a day in my old shoes.
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And I swear if I could take your pain
And frame it and hang it on my wall,
Then maybe you would never have to hurt it all.
And I’m Painting pictures in red and blue.
A portrait bruised just like you
But now you’re walking away.
When I randomly think of him. A day has not gone by where I have not thought about him. I fucking hate it. Trying to stay busy to keep my mind occupied.
“It’s the smallest secrets that you probably don’t remember ever telling me that I hold onto the most”— Things I realized when I was friends with my ex, part X
“so i act like i don’t care and i walk away. away from him. while my head is screaming please, chase me.”—
“You can tell me anything. I’ll always be here for you”— Some bullshit a boy once told me and I was stupid enough to believe