Saying nothing, hiding feelings, acting like everything's fine. I'm getting good at it. It doesn't show that much, but I'm feeling more left out than ever. The people I considered the most are just deceiving and are just continuing to... Can't handle it anymore, hope it'll get better. Heading south in five days, sun might heal me. In this case, it's not love's fault and I swear that I'd rather have a broken heart than have failed friendships.
The first time, it kills, it was probably an accident, and it makes you hang on like crazy. The second time, it hurts, you try to convince yourself that it was not a big deal, and it makes you wonder why. The third time, you don't care anymore, you know that it wasn't an accident and it's a bigger deal than it seems to be, and it makes you finally understand that beeing too close from him isn't such good thing.
It's not because I seem to be alright, that I am. It's not because I say that I don't want to get you back, that you're not the one that I want the most. It's not because I smile like everything's right, that I really enjoy life without you.
It doesn't matter how long it would take to realize your wildest dream, It doesn't matter how many times you tried to make it real, It doesn't matter if you can't make it come through, The only fact that matter is that you believe in it.