I’ve got nothing
For you.
I wish I did,
You know I don’t.
I hate love songs,
They sound like misplaced
Feelings of a young boy.
A boy who doesn’t understand
That things change
And some wounds
Can’t be healed with bandages.
So I turn of the radio
Cause I don’t want to think
About you.
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 11:11 AM UTC
I’ve got nothing
For you.
I wish I did,
You know I don’t.
I hate love songs,
They sound like misplaced
Feelings of a young boy.
A boy who doesn’t understand
That things change
And some wounds
Can’t be healed with bandages.
So I turn of the radio
Cause I don’t want to think
About you.
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