This is me Hiding in the corner with a book lost in someone else's imagination
I hate to kill you, I'd hate to die, you seem a decent fellow as well
That's important, that you tell people good things you see in them. Not everyone can see good in themselves.
Belief has borrowed flavors, and we taste the memories of what has never come.
There is at least a small chance, still, that this life is my dream and one day I will wake to find that nothing was lost.
when we were kids we would play and laugh and it never mattered if we got hurt because we were going to live forever
I kept my words inside and I never thought much of it, I couldn't feel how hurt that boy was