Matters of the heart should not be handled with your head
I don't care what my mother says
You're trouble, and you make my head hurt
But I love you, and your absence is worse
Your body left an ache in my throat
I'm attempting to choke it out
I come to you for help
Because I secretly hate myself
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 8:28 AM UTC
Matters of the heart should not be handled with your head
I don't care what my mother says
You're trouble, and you make my head hurt
But I love you, and your absence is worse
Your body left an ache in my throat
I'm attempting to choke it out
I come to you for help
Because I secretly hate myself
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