I don’t know if I’m hurting, I couldn’t quite decide
I want to cry but I’d rather not smear my mascara
I want to tell you off, scream at you about how wrong you are
Wrong, wrong, wrong
I don’t want to love you anymore than I do
I want to forget you so very desperately
Things could be simple
If only you’d go away
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 1:36 AM UTC
I don’t know if I’m hurting, I couldn’t quite decide
I want to cry but I’d rather not smear my mascara
I want to tell you off, scream at you about how wrong you are
Wrong, wrong, wrong
I don’t want to love you anymore than I do
I want to forget you so very desperately
Things could be simple
If only you’d go away
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