...It hurts
I wish you would talk to me the way you did before. Before everything changed. Now I doubt you care about me at all, and why? Because I guess I cared too much about you. Now every morning I wonder why else I'm going to be depressed that day. Every day I'm convincing myself everything is ok. Every night I practically cry myself to sleep. And for what...no who? You know who you are, and if you even are considering apologising, don't bother. You know I will always forgive you...no matter how much I'm dying inside. To the rest of my friends out there, someone please call me. I will be home between 6:30 and 7. even though I know noone will call me.
"Beauty queen of only 17, she had some trouble with herself. I was always there to help her, she, always belonged to someone else"
My only regret is waking up every morning.
"Beauty queen of only 17, she had some trouble with herself. I was always there to help her, she, always belonged to someone else"
My only regret is waking up every morning.