You make me sad.
Like there’s nothing that can be done to fix anything,
no smiles, no touching, no feeling.
Everything you ooze is fake,
and I really hate that.
Where did it all go wrong?
The late nights, the eyes, and the words.
It makes me sad.
You make me sad.
Nov 24, 2011
Nov 24, 2011 at 10:02 PM UTC
You make me sad.
Like there’s nothing that can be done to fix anything,
no smiles, no touching, no feeling.
Everything you ooze is fake,
and I really hate that.
Where did it all go wrong?
The late nights, the eyes, and the words.
It makes me sad.
You make me sad.
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