Never forget what they did to you. Never let em know you remember.

I feel fed up. I am listening to old songs.
I don't wanna cry myself to sleep again.
I don't wanna seek comfort in the dark.

But I cried, I sigh, I complained and I nagged
I seek and seek and seek.
I know I still doesn't matter.
I looked thru your old tumblr posts.
Pictures that I love, things I'll do.
Don't believe you don't feel a thing.

Tried, tired.