… … ….
You don’t get to come on back
Filling my head with your lies
And empty prizes
They’re no surprise
This is all no surprise
… … ….
You don’t get to come on back
Filling my head with your lies
And empty prizes
They’re no surprise
This is all no surprise
1 Comment
September 13, 2008 at 5:58 pm
Fair.
More than fair.
I wish we could have been friends though.
I miss the friend part of what we were.
And if this is the last thing you ever hear from me, the only thing I regret is hurting you.
Even though I know me saying any last thing to you will hurt you more.
When you look back at some point (if you ever do)
Remember just cause you’re not “here” doesn’t mean things don’t remind me of you, or that I don’t think of you.
Always,
Me.