“Sorry I don’t love you.” A phrase I’ve grown accustomed to. Cause with you, if something isn’t wrong (something isn’t wrong) then something isn’t right
I wish you could be happy. They sell smiles by the bottle at the pharmacy. Why’s it seem like everybody knows, everyone but you? I think you’re overdue, how about you?
Did it hurt when your head hit the ground? Could you even make a sound? Cause I wouldn’t even know since we don’t even talk. I don’t even know if that’s something you want. I think we’re overdue, how about you?
You don’t even speak to me. Maybe if I cut off all my hair you would forget how much you hate my face, and maybe I could forget about you
Maybe if you cut off all your hair you would forget how much you hate yourselfTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
