Because I could put on all the makeup in the world and I wouldn’t be beautiful.
Because I gave you everything I had to give.
Because I always forget to see the end.
Because I think this is the end. Of something anyway.
Because I’ll never be good enough.
Because forever is a lie.
Because I’ll never be able to fill this hole.
Because I’m alone.
Because this hurts more than I ever imagined.
Because I’m not really good at anything.
Because I fuck everything up.
Because I’ve lost something I cannot replace.Â
Because I didn’t come here to find love or friends. […]
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Leighton
Leighton
Baby, I'm bad news. "Well Jesus Christ, I'm not scared to die. I'm a little bit scared of what comes after..." I'm young, I'm afraid, and I know next to nothing about life and what is yet to unfold. I won't tell you I'm anything more or less than exactly what I am. I'm just trying to get by.