There is no such thing as a free ride; only the choice to pay now, or later.

There isn't much demand for blurry photographs
Or scrambled videos
Fuck
There isn't much demand for me these days
But these things
That video of us
That photo of you
Makes me smile

Please understand
For whatever reason you did what you did
You still did it
And that's why you are gone

I've never been good at being alone
I've tried to stay sober
I've tried to be kind
but I'm not over it
I will never be over it.

Was it suicide?
Did you do this to me on purpose?
I miss you everyday
Every goddamn day
And you still left me
maybe I'm being selfish
Poor you...
Was life to hard?
You had me
WASNT I ENOUGH?