its my dead best friends birthday on
its my birthday next week
but it is
also my best friend that killed herself's birthday.
does anyone really love me? or do they just say they do, to
make me feel ok.
Someone to realise that im not
always as happy as what i look.
Someone to tell me they care.
Someone to prove to me that I am loved.
- because at the moment, i just cant handle it
Theres a million ways to show your
ways to sway my emotions
out your car in the middle of the