Everyday is a chance. A chance at something new. It’s up to you wether you wanna take that chance or not. In my cause, I’ll take all the chances I get
I wasn’t thinking then. I’m not thinking now. But in the end, I like not thinking
I’m an actor. I’m a liar and I’m a survivor. I have to act like I’m happy everyday so people don’t know I’m hurting on the inside. I have to lie to those who asks me if I’m okay. I survived the terrible times you forced upon me and I continue to fight through them everyday of my life. I sit here watching as you grow older and older and I just watch. Im just a secret. A secret that you’re afraid of others finding out. A secret that means nothing to you except for when you need me most. But the next time you need me, I’ll be gone. Just another girl. Just another memory
