I couldn't stand to be in that place.

Things got better. Because they had to.

Now we spill across the boarders, place ourselves in seperate corners.

Sometimes, people say they'll be there everytime, anytime.

But when that time arrives; there's only an empty space to hold on to.

Into the sky you go, and I can't change it.

Theres an empty space and when all you can feel around you is air, but somehow you can't seem to breathe.

when someone tells you how it really is, and it so clear that it stings, yet everything suddenly goes out of focus.

like when you're aching to reach out, to grab hold of that hand, but you're scared of what you're risking.

When you realise you no longer have a choice. When you realise you have to look forward, because looking back is unbearable.

Tell me what the hell I'm supposed to do.

Things will get better. Because they have to.

Mistakes we wouldn't learn from.

I'm beginning to learn, and accept; you're not going to change.