on monday,i will lose almost every tiny being of myself or my so called individuality

i may break fucking apart,or i could learn about me like i never did before

or its just me trying to find reasons to what im getting myself in to,but there are,and enough of them

god knows what will happen, but in the mean time i have no other choice,i am afraid to lose control i am afraid to lose contact i am afraid to lose the few people i care about i am afraid to lose myself. i am afraid to lose everything

i dont know if life's treating me right at the moment, but i have to admit that there are some moments that i thought i could never win back. the thoughts of a better future are eating up my brain, maybe more then ever

and i am just so afraid to lose myself  

i would eat up youre smile and feed my heart with it

that phone,sleep on the floor,dream about me..