you, you make me sick.
I sat alone in my bed and drifted to a thought of you.
I told myself just one thought was about right, but I knew id have to stop
I saw that picture of us when I was really smiling and you kissed my cheek gently with your warm pink lips
I knew I missed you but I wasn't new, I knew I was the old and I was okay with it
I lied to myself about not missing you and it only made every worst
I cried for hours at night , my pillow was full of tears that were more than just broken and in the morning my tears had dried on my face
I lost, I lost you but I lost the war of me trying to be alright and here I am starting over cause once again you have gotten to me and im scared you always will ...
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 10:05 PM UTC
you, you make me sick.
I sat alone in my bed and drifted to a thought of you.
I told myself just one thought was about right, but I knew id have to stop
I saw that picture of us when I was really smiling and you kissed my cheek gently with your warm pink lips
I knew I missed you but I wasn't new, I knew I was the old and I was okay with it
I lied to myself about not missing you and it only made every worst
I cried for hours at night , my pillow was full of tears that were more than just broken and in the morning my tears had dried on my face
I lost, I lost you but I lost the war of me trying to be alright and here I am starting over cause once again you have gotten to me and im scared you always will ...
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