My best friend (:
(Source: 1128666, via elizabethwilder)
I close my eyes, only for a moment then the moment’s gone.
All my dreams pass before my eyes, a curiosity.
Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind.
And the seasons go round and round, and the painted ponies go up and down. We’re captive on the carousel of time.
Someone that claims to be your best friend doesn’t call you or talk to you at school or even hug you back because one particular person is able to see what’s going on. It’s only okay to associate with you when no one’s looking. Shady. Either grow up, or don’t call yourself a best friend. Because that’s not what best friend’s do. That’s not even what general FRIENDS do.
Does anyone know somebody that does the same things?
Cause I don’t know who I am when you’re running circles in my head.
And I don’t know who you are when you’re sleeping in someone else’s bed.