You were a summer gift, one I'll always treasure. You were a dream I never wanted to wake up from. You opened my eyes to things I'll never really see. You're the best thing that will ever happen to me.

Can’t promise I’ll stay. That would be lying. And I’m so, so tired of lies.

But then, my entire life is bullshit. The best things in it have vanished, ghosts. Ghosts I'll admit I created.

Something stirred beneath my skin, some being inside I'd only suspected existed, demon or angel, I couldn't say.

And how can it be he's so in love with me? To grow up without love, and still have so much inside?

I get so nervous when im around you i start to studder

back turned, you don't have to look at what you've left behind. And the first person who turned their back on you can't watch you break down and cry.