It's 8:46pm, I've been laying in bed thinking about you, still missing you. Tired but restless.
It's 23:46 you're time, and you're probably just perfectly fine without me.

You became my predicament instead of my solution.

What a shitty situation.

I just gotta keep telling myself everything is going to be okay. We're going to be okay. I'm going to be okay.

Uh oh... I'm cracking.

help me:x

Why is it I'm always your last priority when I seem to ALWAYS be making you my first?

No one means as much as you do. No one ever did.

Hah its okay I know you'll NEVER have what it is that we had with anyone else. So go ahead sloot yourself around to some girl... don't come crying back to me when I say I told you so.

And all your rebounds will soon catch up with ya player.

What do you do after he's told you to move on, after your face has hit the pillow. After he's millions of miles away and out of plain sight. After he's told you that everything will be alright.