Our rights, our wrongs.
Only tried to be a good kid, but it wasn't good enough.
I'm the boy with scars now, the boy who cut himself.
And all of the years, we were together.
Our love was for real, nothing can measure.
So the hardest part, admitting I'm better with you.
Self-harm, drank, drugs.
Read at your own risk.
No One Direction.
you fell in love with my flowers but not my roots, so when autumn came you didn't know what to do