don't care, You never
will. Guys are
there, To make us
ill. And steal our
hearts, And make us
cry, Tear us
apart, And die
inside. So tell me
something, Do you
know? Why we still love
them? I surely
back then, you
promised; that you would love me until the
earth would crumble beneath us. that no one
make you change your mind about me.
that no matter what happened you'd never treat me lower then i
that you could never hurt me because it would kill
you from the inside.
that there was more to me then what i let you see.
that i meant enough to you, that you would never forget what
your dating my ex best
you laugh at me in the hall way.
it is your mission to see me as miserable as possible.
you take what we had as a joke.
you told me everything meant nothing. next time
don't bother making promises you can't