Walking along the path,
Through this memory filled park...
Twelve thirty in the morning
There's a knock at the door...
Mistakes were made,
But no regrets...
Your I Love You's Were A Lie And If U Want Her Go...
I can't believe I'm here again,
lost upon this trail...
Another bottle on the table,
A tear streams down her cheek...
And just know that while you're making love to her, her cries of pleasure are my cries of pain. . |
And You Think When I Talk About Him That I Want Him Back. . But Really He Hurt Me Bad And I Want You To Listen To Me, Hug Me, And Make It Better <3 |
Depression doesn't go away, it only hibernates |