Less Than Three

July 1, 2013

basiclly i'm so mad my ears are red

its cute how i say something simple and you never understand

impressivness is now gone

maybe we where supposed to know eachother

i'm trying to give up all fear and try harder

i'm not gana lie i'm drunk and am wondering if your still awake

i'm about to go on a hunt for a change.

this time's for sure. I don't ever want to talk to you again.

when you start to live an even MORE miserable life,

I hope you think of me

and I hope you realize what you have done.

you where right, TOTALLY right;

you never really deserved me.

not even as a friend.

oh and by the way, Fuck!

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