just call this a crash course in forgetting. the last step you take hoping all the pieces of your life and brain will follow suite. we always learned to make the best of things, you and i. no matter what it always felt like enough. every laugh since that day has felt hollow and fake. every smile is like a shotgun blast to my face. we make memories to the beat of cliche lines and attention seeking posts. look around for the place you want to crawl towards because it's hard to walk with your guts hanging out. they call me the king of being heartless because i make it look so easy. spewing out lies in the form of ones and zeros, but lucky for me you can translate it all. all of my secrets hide behind your eyes, and every time you look at me i feel like you are going to let one slip. maybe not on purpose, but either way you never were one to feel remorse. you just finish up with that oh so innocent smile and walk away leaving me confused and alone. two things that you'd think i'd be used to by now. it's never real with you anymore. it's all smoke and mirrors. im tired of the games but i just can't quit. i already ran out of luck, but i hope you know you were just another fuck.