i still love him. I still miss him. I still think of his everyday and or every moment when i cant think of anything else but him...
Does it bother me? Yes. Will I ever tell you? No.
There's always 3 sides of the story. Their story, your story, and the truth.
Let's get drunk and tell each other everything we're too afraid to say sober.
Baby I'm too busy fixing me to be chasing you `round.
she's broken because she believed. *somewhere in that sentence is this: he's ok because he lie.
I'm a nobody, nobody is perfect, and therefore I'm perfect.
Everyone's parting from each other...sad.
We stopped talking, when I started liking you .