I dont want to regret not saying how i really feel |
Because you let go , before I could even get a tight grip..... |
& it's alway been you ive tried to fight it |
& the one boy that i havent talked to in months is the frist and only person to ask , me whats wrong when im upset |
Im soo sad , and it's great to know |
& suddenly I become part of your past |
With friendships it doesnt matter |
Make it work ; |
You dont love him......you dont love him...you dont love him......you lost him.... |
Call me a s l u t. Call me a w h o r e. |