something somewhere somehow

the fun part is, I don't actually need you.

I just like to pretend in order for everything to seem fine.

someday, when I'll actually be free, you'll be nothing but a bad memory.

that day I'll smile for real. and no one will ask me why the hell I'm smiling for.

and I will feel alive. because you won't be there.

that day, and only then, my heart will be at peace.

I will be at peace.

and I'll be free.