Too much to take in, too much to purge. Why must every memory, once sweet, dead end in such ugliness?

Smoke You stand infront of me, pretending to be solid, but you are nothing more than smoke and mirors. You said you'd never leave, that you would care for us forever, but now you claim you cannot stay? That you've been called away. When you go, who will i turn to when it all crashes down? Tell me who. Then tell me, how I can believe anone again, if all your promises have been lies.

Fake Is that what you are if you choose to improve the basic not perfect you?

It's just so hard to feel good, you know?

But I so want to walk that razor's edge, Take feeling to a whole new level.

Then teach me how to not care about someone who was everything to me. All I want is to know she's okay. Is that too much to ask?

The problem with resolutions is they're only as solid as the person making them.