Blog Post 504
Moving Differently I don't care to say too much because the pain is better off as a friend than a foe. You don't need to bother coming for me when I'm exactly where I wanna be. Don't bother asking for me because they'll tell you to let go of me, knowing it's what's best for you. I don't care to trust you in the slightest, so let the memories of me go and move on with your life, knowing this is how it's gotta be. We don't care for sympathy when the feelings don't exist anymore. We can give you advice, but we already know you won't care to listen to it, so we push you into the fast life, seeing if you can keep up, only to lose sight of you in the rear-view mirror going 123 in the GT3. The city lights keep calling out for me, knowing this is where I belong, only to get trapped in the thought of what you and I could've had. But I choose to ignore it every time and grab the cash from the safe and catch a red eye flght to Florida, knowing i...