Can't sleep tonight
my head is full of
you again..
and **** it...
I didn't even want this to begin.
Just want to stop thinking about
you
Why is this so difficult to do??
Really, its much too painful, you know??
How did these feelings learn to grow??
**** things are like weeds
Tangled around my heart
Wish I could've pulled them out
Before they got their start.
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 2:09 AM UTC
Can't sleep tonight
my head is full of
you again..
and **** it...
I didn't even want this to begin.
Just want to stop thinking about
you
Why is this so difficult to do??
Really, its much too painful, you know??
How did these feelings learn to grow??
**** things are like weeds
Tangled around my heart
Wish I could've pulled them out
Before they got their start.
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