April 2011
I hope that one day you are there for yourself and think about it a bit. I hate you so much. I'm tired of your words! you mean nothing to me anymore! I hope you once you understand that you have made
Sitting here alone with my memories Staring at a picture of you and me They say I look fine but if walls could talk They'd tell you all about how much I break apart I think we were right but we did it