I regret you more than the 21 year old I kissed
and the six cups of coffee I had before bed
I regret you more than the cut on my hand
and the color of my hair
You were another one of my desperate attempts of wanting to feel
something
but now I would rather go back to feeling nothing at all
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 1:04 AM UTC
I regret you more than the 21 year old I kissed
and the six cups of coffee I had before bed
I regret you more than the cut on my hand
and the color of my hair
You were another one of my desperate attempts of wanting to feel
something
but now I would rather go back to feeling nothing at all
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