Bus Stop

I never tot that i'd walk that orange brick road ever again. It was so nostalgic. I'd rmbr the 1st time i walked upon it was.. with you. Now... look at us. Disgusted with each other. I'm left alone, you have someone you truly desire. I have the broken, you are healed whole. I feed on hatred. You'd live every single day of your life happy. I .... wanna cry. On the other hand, I'm slowly healed by ppl that stil not know that bad part about me. Mayb this hope is what i've been waiting for. but the fear of trusting ppl is alwiz present within me. Should i go? or should i stay? I just wanna walk upon that orange brick road once again