BitterGraceEtiquette

I am the dreamer of impossible dreams Of perfection Of heroes Of things that I know will never come again I am the keeper of useless keepsakes Of dashed hopes Of time that I wish I could slow Or of time that I wish I could reverse I am the lover of my own broken heart My soul into pieces My tears cold and empty As they course down my cheeks onto my empty hands Yet I see that she is The one who you hold The one who you find When you feel alone And though you don't see me I can't help but see you And I know that someday My broken heart will start over I love you And I will survive

Skwissgar looked into his mirror as he sat alone in his dark room "yous pitifuls" he thought to himself. Skwissgar always came off as a big shot and acted like he was God's gift to the world. But no matter how good of an actor Skwissgar was, he did not feel that way. He just looked into the mirror and counted his many flaws. "Nobdy really loves mes." the haunting thought repeated in his head. "How coulds dey loves me, I'm mean and will sleep with anything that moves. Dats the onlys reason why the fans acts like dey likes me, dey just wants to be able to say they've beens with me. Not evens my mothers wanted me!" Skiwissgar burried his face in