; When he breaks my heart, he feels nothing, he moves on quickly. Like nothing happened. I feel as if a piece of me is missing. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep. All I do is think about him. Wondering if he’s thinking of me. Wondering if he ever misses me. I'm depressed for weeks, months, sometimes longer. I'm fighting the feelings that’s killing me so badly deep inside. But then I realize what’s important in life and I decide that I need to worry about myself. soon I move on. And he’s stuck, watching me smile and realizes… he messed up .
please baby . Give me a chance .
come see me , tell me that 'can we go back like always we do?' seriously boy . I know I know you don't want.........hmmmm
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