canadian shadows.

why do i keep going back to the times that made me miserable

and even though i played it off, i knew from the day we first spoke that you would do this to me

friends: 

dad loves to shout really loud Loud enough to knock the lamps and dressers to the ground In my memory, I can hear ...the sound of people falling out of love

something changed yesterday between you and me and while i can't figure out what it is, i like it.

we're not friends, friends don't do the things we did, and the ones you've done since then, makes me think we've never been

in the mirror you appear to see fear and whisper this is it, in the mirror you appear to see nothing else, but yourself, as a face, a hollowed out space, leave me with the razor just in case i fall face down on the ground

me: I feel a little unsupported, sorry