No, I don't want to fall in
love again. I don't want
to feel vulnerable like that again.
I'll end up
heartbroken, again. I don't want
to fall in love.
I HATE LOVE.
Remember, we used to dance, and
everyone wanted to be you and me? I want to be, too.
What day is this, besides the day
you left me?
What day is this, besides the day you
went?