I walk home all alone..again, I see you,but you're too busy with others, Pretty,Tall,Good-looking females Can you not see me? Thinking makes my heart ache, I'm just not good enough, Whom should I believe from now on? I wait,and wait, Things just get worse, The only thing that hurts, Is that you make me feel Dead.
L o v e s e c t o m y · Mon Jan 21, 2008 @ 06:23am · 0 Comments |