Nobody wants dry eyes unless they're high.

First you're in love, then you're not. You cry for days and then you want to die. You wish you had that thing you took for granted but if you had it you might not want it anymore anyway. I'm too busy crying over spilt emotions. Not caring about shit and having no passion is pitiful. I want something that's worth crying about even if my bitching annoys the shit out of me. He tried to leave so many times it's useless to cry, there's no relief anymore. Did you hang me out to dry because I can't get wet in this bed of insecurity?