My mind is too cluttered to think
about how each verse should go.
I'm so filled with rage, sadness, and regret,
that I can't think correctly.
All I can think about is how you ruined me.
The images of the things we did in your bedroom still haunt me.
I don't love you anymore.
You are my past.
And you're staying there.
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 1:50 PM UTC
My mind is too cluttered to think
about how each verse should go.
I'm so filled with rage, sadness, and regret,
that I can't think correctly.
All I can think about is how you ruined me.
The images of the things we did in your bedroom still haunt me.
I don't love you anymore.
You are my past.
And you're staying there.
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