Wiping away my tears, throwing out the Klenex
box, done caring about them girls flirting with you, erasing
you from my head, d.o.n.e with the bullsh/t, cause baby I'm way
passed over you.
Me- Mom, can i get colored contacts?
Mom- No! Love the way God created you, and be happy!
Me- Okay.. simple question.. No need to start praising the
lord!
Mom- Excuse me? o.O
Me- Love you!:) True
Conversation:D