i always give away my heart, little pieces to different people over the years.

if i fall apart look the other way,

when all the things i need feel like a dream.

and every breath i breathe is so hard,

i just want a reason to hope, a reason to know that i should still be here

maybe just a glimpse of the light, a patch of blue sky...

something to believe in

i just want a reason to hope

i just want a reason so that i should not let go

its hard to say that times are bad,

because i can admit its been much worse

these days are awfully hard and the prayers come out

as im on my knees wondering what is it worth to still be here

1, 2, 3, floor

Im drinking more, partying harder and wasting my life on the memoreies of what could have been. thinking of the people i miss and the reasons as to why im doing this. how did i get myself into this situation, how did i end up as that girl. the one i would look at and think 'disaster'