I can't believe how you looked at me with your James Dean glossy eyes.

It has been raining through out the week. The gloomy weather as been bringing half of this city forks down. Everything is the same old same old. Babies grow up into young adults, adults, pensioner and they die. Simple as that. Late at night or when ever I'm feeling down I always close my eyes and pretend to be somebody else. Pretend to be some where else. Someone and place that makes me happy. I don't need anymore things to bring me now. Deal with your own self. I'm not that same person I was where I let other people step over me. Either walk beside me or not at all. I've been through too much to to waste my time on this. Nothing is ever going to change. I need to stop lying to myself. I've known this for so long. No matter how many sorry or how many tears. Nothing will ever change. I'm going to continue on by myself.