pour a little salt we were never here
sometimes i have to remember that time not too long ago when you were already in my life but i didn't need you the way i feel i do now.
So she sits there quietly and stares straight right ahead but inside all she can think of is how surreal it all feels.
It is one thing to know a lie and another to live it. One thing to laugh and another to know that your happiness is borrowed and there's always a cost and it is always steep.
She wonders when - and how - it will all end.