I wish you had the nerve to call me and say I cross your mind everyday, and tell me that you hate to say it but it sickness you that things had to turn out this way.

Maybe then I'd have some closure, and finally be able to say goodbye, maybe then I wouldn't feel so ******* used and maybe I'd stop wanting to die.

I just wish that I could know if I meant anything at all, I wish someone could tell me if I was more than just another girl to call

I won't ever look into your perfect green eyes and I won't ever get another fix like that of when you brushed your lips against my skin, because you were my favourite high and now the demons of regret are taking over. this time I'm gonna let them win