I feel like writing again, maybe a word or two,
I feel like starting a fire again, my heart needs you.
Not for work, but for play, I need this so much,
Just a few little words before everything is the same.
What happened to the wide eye hope?
Lost along my i-pod, I know.
Yet everything is the same, why is this so strange?
How can one thing be two? One for me and one for you.
Facebook screams my loneliness back at me.
I can’t get enough of my reflection.
Drunk in memories of what used to be.
I’m actually surprised how less I’ve come to feel,
I don’t really care about your opinions, bitch just like my pictures.
Is this how it’s done? Maybe I lost it. Too long.
I don’t really care. It was nice.
All I wanted was a pleasant surprise.
One for me and one for me too, because I have none else,
Because I don’t like you, because I lost my way,
Because I’m twenty two. Again.