AND HE DOESNT KNOW HOW SHE CRIES ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE PHONE; HOW SHE CRIES HERSELF TO SLEEP, IN HER [D R E A M S]

.its just those stupid boys you fall for; the same darn ones; over and over again.

Pondering into my endless thoughts of the past and how they scratch the walls of my head engraving marks everytime i think of them.