What if you, could wish me away. What if you, spoke those words today. I wonder if you'd miss me, when I'm gone. I'ts come to this, release me; i'll leave before the dawn. But for tonight, I'll stay here with you. Yes, for tonight, I'll lay here with you. But when the sun hits your eyes through your window; they'll be nothing you can do. ♥
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Why do I even bother?
I need to stop talking.
Because I talk to much.
Cause apparently that's a bad thing.
And I just made him hate me even more than he already does.
D:
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