I try not to think of all the times you made me feel as if I actually meant something to you |
What's wrong with you? |
And just as I'm about to get on with my life |
As the pictures begin to fade |
I'm afraid this is goodbye anew |
Thousands of miles away |
I refuse to accept that fact |
Notebooks filled with thoughts and feelings |
Slowly go the days |
Use me. love her. |