Yeah, anyone knows? Probably noone knows it better than i do:/ This leaving game, i'm always the one left behind. Picking up the pieces, waiting for everyone else to walk right back.
No words could ever describe my disappointment each time. Not now, not ever. To be honest, the kind of shit you made me feel, it's worse than what he made me feel. At least he didn't take anything away from me. In fact, as much shits he left me in, he left me with a happy memory. You left me with nothing but pieces of shit that i have to clear up after you.
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