Buried under all the empty bottles,
And broken hearts
Lied a girl with one to many thoughts.
As she tried to find the answers
At the bottom of a glass
She ended up drowning
Deep into her past.
And she couldn't help but throw back
A mix of all her regrets
And feelings
In one big cup of what she called
Her last.

sitting in my room all day long
thinking about him, how he treats me wrong
there is tons of other boys
only one special i love his smile his person his voice

he might be a little older
but i can always cry on his shoulder
he might be far away
but i'll get there and finally kiss him someday

he makes me smile
even when i havent in a while
when im sad he can feel it
when im broken he can always heal it

we like the same things
and i hope that some day we'll prove it with rings
i never thought we'd get this close
but it's clear as air now this love is my daily dose

i love you so much XOXO
your babygirl
your my vinyl scratch, my saviour!

"If you love something, let it go.
If it doesn't return, it was never yours,"
they said.

Well it WAS mine.
There are no two ways about it.

What they don't tell you,
is that some things don't return,
not because they weren't yours,
but because they die
without you to hold it.