If you want to fly, you’ve got to give up that shit that weighs you down

half the time the world is ending, truth is i am done pretending, too much time to love defending, you and i are done pretending

I've been disappointed so many times that not giving a fuck is almost a reflex.

I listened with all of my might. I was scared by the look in his eyes, like he'd already lost the fight and there was no hope ever in sight.

I'm missing your laugh... how did it break? And when did your eyes begin to look fake? I hope you're as happy as you're pretending.

Lets be hasty, lets be reckless just being with you leaves me breathless

Best revenge? Move on. Do nothing. And smile.