i hate talking about the past...
dont call me sexy, i wont believe you anyway...dont waste your breath...
i miss the old days...when i wasnt scared to shop lift and i lived at the mall on the weekend...and when i told my mother i was staying at devins and would be there "all night" when really i was 5 towns over with her and 2 20yr old boys MACKIN it...i miss sex and not caring about myself...i miss pot cuz it was fun while it lasted...i miss being happy even if it wasnt really "real"...i miss walking home from school with devin or anyone else...i miss haning out on "the path" after school and smoking and worrying that my mother would drive by and see me...i miss walking to devins house all the time even if it was to see her for only 10minutes...i miss weighing 165 pounds and starving myself..i miss my condo and my room and how much i started to love it...i miss talking on the phone till 5am then waking up at noon to a phone call with the same boy i thought i loved and i thought loved me...i miss cutting myself and trying to hide it from my mother and never getting caught....i miss pat and his bites and kisses...i miss sitting on the steps and gazing at the stars with him...i miss his fingers and how theyd always find the right places on my skin...i miss the way "satan" used to kiss me and how i believed his lies...i miss my mail man and how he wanted to do me...i miss walking to justins sober and then trying to run home in time HIGH....i miss wearing makeup....i miss dressing nicely...i miss brushing my hair and washing it on a regular basis...i miss my long hair, ALOT...i miss the days when i wouldnt get sick at all...i miss when i was medicated....i miss making sense when i talk...i miss my old highschool...i miss my family...i miss my brother and devin...i miss oh how i miss...i miss not caring about my future...i miss not caring about how much i smoked, or that i smoked at all...i miss rosemary and how crazy we were together...i miss feeling like someone would die for me, or even live for me...i miss the feeling, any feeling...i miss not feeling stupid when i speak...i miss freshman/1st sophmore year...i miss failing school and not caring...i miss my teachers in highschool..i miss mr.gatens, my 8th grade english teacher/therapist/2nd father...i miss people CARING, and if i didnt let them in, i miss them TRING TO GET IN....i miss writting poetry...i miss painting...i miss writting lyrics...i miss my passion...i miss my life...i miss the way things used to be...i miss...me...
i miss the way things used to be
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i miss the way things used to be
i miss the way things used to be
i miss the way things used to be
i miss the way things used to be
i miss the way things used to be
i dont sound crazy AT ALL.
i miss the old days...when i wasnt scared to shop lift and i lived at the mall on the weekend...and when i told my mother i was staying at devins and would be there "all night" when really i was 5 towns over with her and 2 20yr old boys MACKIN it...i miss sex and not caring about myself...i miss pot cuz it was fun while it lasted...i miss being happy even if it wasnt really "real"...i miss walking home from school with devin or anyone else...i miss haning out on "the path" after school and smoking and worrying that my mother would drive by and see me...i miss walking to devins house all the time even if it was to see her for only 10minutes...i miss weighing 165 pounds and starving myself..i miss my condo and my room and how much i started to love it...i miss talking on the phone till 5am then waking up at noon to a phone call with the same boy i thought i loved and i thought loved me...i miss cutting myself and trying to hide it from my mother and never getting caught....i miss pat and his bites and kisses...i miss sitting on the steps and gazing at the stars with him...i miss his fingers and how theyd always find the right places on my skin...i miss the way "satan" used to kiss me and how i believed his lies...i miss my mail man and how he wanted to do me...i miss walking to justins sober and then trying to run home in time HIGH....i miss wearing makeup....i miss dressing nicely...i miss brushing my hair and washing it on a regular basis...i miss my long hair, ALOT...i miss the days when i wouldnt get sick at all...i miss when i was medicated....i miss making sense when i talk...i miss my old highschool...i miss my family...i miss my brother and devin...i miss oh how i miss...i miss not caring about my future...i miss not caring about how much i smoked, or that i smoked at all...i miss rosemary and how crazy we were together...i miss feeling like someone would die for me, or even live for me...i miss the feeling, any feeling...i miss not feeling stupid when i speak...i miss freshman/1st sophmore year...i miss failing school and not caring...i miss my teachers in highschool..i miss mr.gatens, my 8th grade english teacher/therapist/2nd father...i miss people CARING, and if i didnt let them in, i miss them TRING TO GET IN....i miss writting poetry...i miss painting...i miss writting lyrics...i miss my passion...i miss my life...i miss the way things used to be...i miss...me...
i miss the way things used to be
i miss the way things used to be
i miss the way things used to be
i miss the way things used to be
i miss the way things used to be
i miss the way things used to be
i miss the way things used to be
i miss the way things used to be
i miss the way things used to be
i miss the way things used to be
i miss the way things used to be
i miss the way things used to be
i miss the way things used to be
i miss the way things used to be
i miss the way things used to be
i miss the way things used to be
i miss the way things used to be
i miss the way things used to be
i dont sound crazy AT ALL.