letter to my certain someone
The sad thing is you hurt me, again and again.
You don't even know you're doing it, I don't know why, you must think I'm stupid or something, or that I don't get what you're doing or that you're THAT good at keeping secrets.
Well, you're not, that good I mean. Wanna keep secrets?Fine, don't expect me to act like nothing is up, cause we both know it isn't true.
And now, well, time to leave I guess, I'll be free for a few days.