That's not a big problem. A big problem is
like, well, if your butt fell off

I'm hearing all these different stories...
You like me. You hate me.
So do me a favor,
Stop telling everyone else
how you feel about me.
And tell me yourself

I told you that i was in love
with a boy who didn't love me,
you told me he was a fool
if he couldn't see my worth,
but you walked away
before i could tell you
that boy was you </3

If you break her heart
I will be forced to break your legs…
Or something equally painful.
It’s a best friend thing.

P.S. i never changed, I just got tired of pretending to be happy.

And i'm blasting my music so i won't
hear my thoughts, but it's stupid because
the lyrics just remind me of what i'm trying
to forget. how did you manage to get all
these people to sing about you?

)& it became clear so suddenly, darling,
you're allergic to honesty

Breathe in,
breathe out,
& remember that its only a guy
who could shatter every
chance of every dream
you ever possessed.

If you have trouble seeing him
with somebody else;
you're not over him

He grabbed my hand and half of me wanted to scream not
to touch me, and half wanted to beg him not to let me go.