I feel what’s best for everyone is to forget about me when I’m not there
Because it hurts to be missed and no one is deserving of this
With my back to a wall I understand that
I’m not a provider but a center divider
I got lanes to explain the different ways I behave
A life that’s a detour to where I am not sure
If the sun is in my eyes I think I’m doing the right thing
I rely on exit signs and destination times
And this drive that knows me better that I think I know myself
With that being said
I won’t play pretend
That I’m not growing up
That I’m not giving in
Anonymous asked: y r u sew handsum babez? xOxO
Because i eat a lot of chicken…..