Without you

A month ago, I longed for the 10th of March to come. Now that it is here, it doesn't mean anything to me anymore. I don't know if you're ignoring me or not, but I feel a monkey holding a coconut shell knocking on my head.

This is so silly. This is probably not worth. I don't know.

I was scared. Afraid I didn't have anything to talk to you about, like before. I realised now I'm even more afraid we'd never talk again.

I believed in you. But you make me feel useless and silly. I try to believe everything Chantelle says, but nothing convinces me much. Nothing's gonna change, and no false hope was given.

Right now, this feels like a jigsaw puzzle being messed up right after finishing it. Crumbled, tumbling, falling. No more.


Without you - Busted.