Who will know? No one. Only me. It's none's problem. It used to be but not anymore. Now its my problem to deal with. Choices you make for others in the end they effect only you. Whatever hopes you had for something better, you just toss them into the bin. And then you do one of the hardest things. Move on. But how? Where can i put all the memories so i won't see them? How? The damage is there. It'll never go away.
It's quiet now. The only noise is in my head. Goodbye.
It's quiet now. The only noise is in my head. Goodbye.
