You used to be my sister but now you're a stranger to me.
I miss you, but not you now, the old you.
We had good times.
I wish it never changed because I need you right now.
But you're not you and we aren't us and I'm not me.
This breaks my heart.

You sold out on me.

You give me butterflies, but they aren't the good kind anymore.
They are the empty kind. The kind when there's no lining on the insides because you took it all away.
Such a small part of me, yet right now it seems so great.
I didn't even know you had it.
You once were like me, different and strange and I liked you, because you were like me.
You made me feel not so alone.
But you sold out. You're just like the rest now, following the crowd, and with something beautiful on your arm to show for it.
Well, I hope its worth it boy.
I hope you like your glory.
Maybe one day you'll realise that it's all hollow.

Then again; I think you'll still pick that beauty and that glory over me.

I feel so old, old beyond my years.
I am fed up of being lonely.
Fed up of sitting alone and thinking.
I know who i want to be but that person is forever out of reach.
I want to feel loved again and I want to stop being afraid of love.
I want to feel weightless, not burdened by things that I shouldn't be thinking of.
Frozen heart.
Stopped in time, slowed by hurt.
What do I want?
I am pretentious, I am alone. I am lonely.
Someone please save me..