"I'll bet she's beautiful,
that girl he talks about,
she's got everything I've had to live without.
I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night?"
Sort've self explanatory. I don't really even need to explain this, do I?
Are we really back to this? Honestly. What is with this? Some days we talk for hours, and then it'll be weeks before we speak again. I can't do that, I can't and I won't. I need to do some serious mind making up, because I can't continue with this horrible annoying and frankly very frustrating way of life.
I H A T E H O W I N D E C I S I V E I A M.
IGNORE MY SQUIFFY EYE IN THIS.
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