Bottling out my emotions keeping em
Air tight with another day comes another night..
scrolling through my feeds making sense of it all as she's no longer just an object to satisfy my own needs
I mean I'm only getting older with time
And it doesn't make sense to miss something that wasn't mind
To begin with
Say we had a moment
But that was it a few white lies to counter the bullshit
Now the visa card is tapping on the counter top one single file line
When it comes to Love
I live blind with resentment filling my heart.  It's growing colder
Not sure what's worst the pain off the hangover or over thinking on the situation when I'm sober.
And before it's all over u have to come to know nothing last forever.. not even a flower so I plant this seed a waiting on its growth cause I'm only thinking bigger