Dreams of Mars

Wasted Years

I keep looking for you, in everyone else’s face. You don’t love me like I want you to, but you treat me like I want you to. Maybe I think that because I grew up on it, in a way? What if I don’t like everything you do? What if its all a lie?

Fuck.

7:12 AM | 06/14/08
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