May 2016
It hurts.
To look at you and you completely look passed.
It hurts.
Because I don't what else to do but want you.
It feels like I need you, and I do.
And **** is it Hell.
To look at you and you completely look passed.
It hurts.
Because I don't what else to do but want you.
It feels like I need you, and I do.
And **** is it Hell.
