joyriding.

joyriding. i’m not sure what they said, but if it’s true i’ll bet it’s just one more thing i’ll regret. i hate my weaknesses, they made me who i am. ’yea it’s cool i’ll be ok’ as i felt your pain wash over me, so i dry your eyes and hide my shakes because i hate that look that’s on your face. these things inside my head, they never make much sense. so i wouldn’t hold my breath... i hope i die before they save my soul. ’ye