Yesterday

Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be

True story

Why are you so sad?

It's a long story

I want to help you

You can't

Well I'm going to try anyway

Yeah, I know you are.

You'll help for a week or two and then when I start to feel close to you I'll tell you my secrets and you'll find out how bad I really am. Then you’ll say how upset you are, that I’m so depressed and you’ll say you’ll get me help.

You’ll make empty promises, you’ll pretend like you care when inside you’ve given up on me. I’ll learn that I can’t tell you those things anymore, and you will stop asking about them, even though you know it’s still happening.

We’ll grow distant and I’ll hate myself for opening up to you. You won’t realize that that I’m still so sad. We’ll still talk, but there will always be that awkwardness.

Because you gave up. Because everyone does in the end. Your closest friends become far away figures and you are left on your own you cope with these fucked up emotions and you have no idea how.

Everyone gives up, and I mean everyone.

And, that, more than anything, make me so sad.

Strangers. Friends. Best friends. Lovers...Strangers

Y aún hoy me pregunto si alguna vez te acuerdas de mi...

All the times that i've cried

Keeping all the things i knew inside

It's hard, but it's harder to ignore it