(064) false hopes

for sadness is the plague of a world without certainty... an existence hollowed out by false hopes and forgotten wishes. you have no idea. you weren't one of us. it's led me to believe this was all planned out. i pity you.

torn apart at the seams forgetting who i was without forgetting who i wanted to be... noticing it's not who i want to be now. i want to be safe.