if i died today, the hole in my head would be a lot cleaner than the one in my heart. every time i see these people, the more they move, the more i draw back, and see just how far apart i've become. with a scowl on my face that either means i'm gonna hit something, or i'm just too unfriendly to approach... and it's driving me mad. the more i b*** my fingers, one day i'm gonna swallow my soul before i get a chance to feel like i used to again. will i ever bother to put a breath towards anything again? try to feel a little like i used to again. just a little like i did then.