Time will be the Death of Me.

I can scream out all my anger and insecurities

Or dream about holding you to keep you at ease

But the dreams have been at bay ever since

I left my heart afloat in the waves of the seven seas.

I can go a day without a sound

Or I can scream your name running through the town

But the voice I miss is ever gone

To the Love I knew, goodbye, so long.

But why is it so hard to see that it’s not with me.

Something doesn’t feel right.

I hate it when guys talking about using girls.

Do I really seem like that type of guy? 

I have no intention of hurting anyone. 

I feel like I can’t talk to a girl without hurting them.

I hate seeing anyone sad. 

Life is life and time will pass.

Life is too short to make reckless decisions.