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Just maybe,
he’s doing the same thing as me,
maybe he wants so bad to call me.
He might just be missing me like
I'm missing him ♥
and in her dreams
she pictures how perfect they would be together
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Once upon a time I was falling in love
Now I'm only falling apart
Once upon a time I was falling in love
Now I'm only falling apart
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you don't realize how much you care
about someone until they don't care about you.
those pretty green eyes,
now filled up with tears
from all of her cries,
that nobody hears..♥
and tonight
she'll collapse on her bed, wearing his hoodie. hugging the teddy bear he gave her for valentines day. radio on, volume up high. her ipod blasting in her ears, so no one can hear her breaking down. her phone is laying in pieces on the floor. she kinda threw it at the wall after she read through every last cute locked text message. she's looking through every last picture of him and her, her box of tissues right next to that empty tub of ben &jerry's. tonight is the night you'll run through her head more than ever. it's impossible for her to feel complete after that hole you left in her heart. and all there is for her to do is lay there wondering what went wrong?
she'll collapse on her bed, wearing his hoodie. hugging the teddy bear he gave her for valentines day. radio on, volume up high. her ipod blasting in her ears, so no one can hear her breaking down. her phone is laying in pieces on the floor. she kinda threw it at the wall after she read through every last cute locked text message. she's looking through every last picture of him and her, her box of tissues right next to that empty tub of ben &jerry's. tonight is the night you'll run through her head more than ever. it's impossible for her to feel complete after that hole you left in her heart. and all there is for her to do is lay there wondering what went wrong?
and tonight
he'll play basketball like he always does. but he just can't focus and misses every shot he takes. eventually he gives up and puts in his headphones and goes for a jog. but that jog just turns in to him running so fast he might just forget how to breathe. he's blaring their song on his ipod as loud as it will go. playing it over and over and over again. he wants her back so much it hurts. he'll go home and fall into his bed, drenched from sweat. he'll still be able to smell her sweet perfume on his t-shirt. 'i need her so much' he says to himself again and again. he'll pick up his phone to see if she's called and it stabs him like a knife when he sees her pretty face as his wallpaper. he throws his phone across the room and one single tear rolls down his cheek as he wonders what went wrong?
he'll play basketball like he always does. but he just can't focus and misses every shot he takes. eventually he gives up and puts in his headphones and goes for a jog. but that jog just turns in to him running so fast he might just forget how to breathe. he's blaring their song on his ipod as loud as it will go. playing it over and over and over again. he wants her back so much it hurts. he'll go home and fall into his bed, drenched from sweat. he'll still be able to smell her sweet perfume on his t-shirt. 'i need her so much' he says to himself again and again. he'll pick up his phone to see if she's called and it stabs him like a knife when he sees her pretty face as his wallpaper. he throws his phone across the room and one single tear rolls down his cheek as he wonders what went wrong?
You Made Me
FEEL ALRIGHT
FOR
once in my
life.
