dying inside while pretending that everythingβs fine
delete the old version of me inside your head, it expired.
No one understands, so I keep too much inside, and it hurts.
a part of me will always be broken and iβve got to make peace with that
Iβm so tired of loving harder than Iβm loved.
I just want someone to look at me and just think βshe's worth everythingβ



