what can i say, i'm just a girl caught up in your world.
can't go forwards, can't go back.
limbo doesn't exist, but it's where i am.
does that mean i'm not real?
spend my nights lying awake wanting so much to be you
and i spend my days smiling and pretending that i hate everything you do.
people killing people is normality.
you killing you is normality too.
strange how we feel so broken together.
