Lifes greatest pleasure is being with someone.
But why does it hurt when I saw you with another one?
I cry everytime I think about you
You make me look like a fool and nothing was true.
I will always love you
Even if you broke my heart on Valentines day
I hope everything is okay.
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 9:39 AM UTC
Lifes greatest pleasure is being with someone.
But why does it hurt when I saw you with another one?
I cry everytime I think about you
You make me look like a fool and nothing was true.
I will always love you
Even if you broke my heart on Valentines day
I hope everything is okay.
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