You ever notice how sand is real, it is solid, it is there. Until the wind comes and picks it up like it is nothing. That's what all of your promises have been to me.
Best friends to nothing in less than a year. In fact in less than a summer.
How sad, pathetic, and jank is that?
I have to become used to the fact tht no matter how alone I feel I have one person who will never let me down or desert me.
His words aren't like the sands of time and his promises never sink.
