**** it.
yea
who really cares about the sadness in you.
No one really
But yet we share it like we do.
Maybe we want to care
So ahead and express a lie you convince yourself of.
Because you can't express the truth as it is
Maybe you should make yourself happy.
because there will always be something to cheer you up.
So **** it.
well later my friend just got dumped and I care about her.
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 8:24 AM UTC
**** it.
yea
who really cares about the sadness in you.
No one really
But yet we share it like we do.
Maybe we want to care
So ahead and express a lie you convince yourself of.
Because you can't express the truth as it is
Maybe you should make yourself happy.
because there will always be something to cheer you up.
So **** it.
well later my friend just got dumped and I care about her.
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