You still wished me happy birthday.
One more time was her last.
In the end, it meant something.
We didn't make it, did we?
Pain is abstract, then it's yours.
I saw it in every message.
I wish that people were kind.
I'm just one of your stories.
Therapy isn't always in an office.
Is this really all there is?
I counted on a happier ending.
And we just became strangers again.
After it all, maybe nothing matters.
So I finally became a cloud.
I was a dreamer once before.
For sale: me, to fix up.
It got lost along the way.
I hoped you would see me.
One day we'll all be skeletons.
First kiss, last kiss, then goodbye.
Remember when we had a home?
This story isn't worth a sequel.
