We used to talk every day.

Remember when we were happy?

Being strong is tiring.

When the playlist gets too real.

Lost in my own head again.

Pretending I'm over it.

Nobody talks about how lonely growing up is.

quiet nights, loud thoughts

Missing the old us.

heart heavy, head high

Some days I don't recognise myself.

My heart is still catching up.

I wish things were different.

we were almost something

Still flipping back to the chapter with you.

Missing you comes and goes like the tide.