You gotta be crazy to open your windows, invite the demons in.
Can’t promise I’ll stay. That would be lying. And I’m so, so tired of lies.
I hide hurt behind a fake smile. I wear it all the time. Everyone says how I always look so cheerful. Shows what they know I guess.
In my limited realm of experience, beginnings led to endings.
Home ...Home. ...the word, ...has ...no ...meaning
revenge is living well with out you.