Everything, gone. A mile a minute and it's past dawn. I'm out of time, don't make this a crime. I'm done with this s**t, and out of the clique.
I heard you once, You said it for months. I called your bluff, And it ended rough.
And now you're gone. You took their hearts, And it was a farce. And they're left to start again.
I hate you dear, Let's make it clear. I don't want you to ever come back.
iSexting · Thu Mar 25, 2010 @ 04:17am · 0 Comments |