maybe if I pour some bleach down my throat the taste of you will go away.I'm not going to hell I've been there already. I know it seems cliche and you hate cliches but when you left me and started loving her that was hell. Don't you ever say you haven't killed anyone because you killed me that day in June I started crying and never stopped .do you know what it's like to miss someone you see everyday.I hope she steals your heart and never gives it back.