She's sad
She's lonely...
It's a bit past three
and its just me...
You get all the attention you crave
With your fabricated death wishes...
You get all the attention you crave
With your fabricated death wishes...
Even though your here
i don't quite feel you...
It's a bit past three
and its just me...
You dont care
you never did...
I lost all hope when i lost you, and now theres...
sitting on my bed alone...
My stomach hurts |
My eligable insanity is tearing right through me |
No matter how much i love you |