You're all I ever neeEEEeededdd.
Isn't it so cold outside?
It's cold and icy.
There are a few people I wish were still in my life. You are one of them today. And when I finally found out what it was you said I wasn't at all offended because I am a pretty girl that became consumed. I don't steal though. I never took anything from you. You did take something from me though but I know why you did it and I'm not hurt at all because you have to do what you have to do I guess, Merc. I don't know to this day what I ruined though because the only person I ever wanted to hurt was myself.
The city is so cold. I will eventually leave this place and find real friends and Thunderbird talked all day with me about it and no one will know I fell pray to smack and no one will remember the horrible things that fell out of my mouth in my youth. I am wiser now, I would like to think. Or more so I am growing every day and learning to bite my "poison" tongue and learning to curb that brain of mine and I won't fire the low blows anymore if they didn't come at me from wall to wall. I will leave this place and forget about you you and you and how sad I was when you were all I had and I won't ever see Dylan's grave again and I won't ever trip up those stairs again and I won't ever have sex in your house or your house again. I have had the same, save 3, friends for five years now and we all, every last one of us, still hate each other. Imagine that as your life, and you might better understnad the rate at which I chose to die.
It's cold and icy.
There are a few people I wish were still in my life. You are one of them today. And when I finally found out what it was you said I wasn't at all offended because I am a pretty girl that became consumed. I don't steal though. I never took anything from you. You did take something from me though but I know why you did it and I'm not hurt at all because you have to do what you have to do I guess, Merc. I don't know to this day what I ruined though because the only person I ever wanted to hurt was myself.
The city is so cold. I will eventually leave this place and find real friends and Thunderbird talked all day with me about it and no one will know I fell pray to smack and no one will remember the horrible things that fell out of my mouth in my youth. I am wiser now, I would like to think. Or more so I am growing every day and learning to bite my "poison" tongue and learning to curb that brain of mine and I won't fire the low blows anymore if they didn't come at me from wall to wall. I will leave this place and forget about you you and you and how sad I was when you were all I had and I won't ever see Dylan's grave again and I won't ever trip up those stairs again and I won't ever have sex in your house or your house again. I have had the same, save 3, friends for five years now and we all, every last one of us, still hate each other. Imagine that as your life, and you might better understnad the rate at which I chose to die.