Well, this hit me like a ton of fucking bricks. fuck. One too many times is just once too many and to know she really was THE ONE, trust me you feel it when she is and you allow yourself to become vulnerable towards her and just when u think everything is fantastic together you forget your cell phone in the car, so you ride on your bike as hard as you can to still catch her dropping off a friend close by.
And you come riding down the street, you can feel the thunder coming in the back of your mind and then you glance through the window and you see her kissing your best friend. There's only blackness here. Color has dissapeared
I've had one break too many, this is fucking it. Life really seems inadequate at the moment, the joy has been squeezed out of it, hands on and all that is left is a shell with no soul. Don't worry i'm not suicidal or anything, but damn this is some grade-A heartache right here....
Sob with me a little or let your own crap out, sympathize a little
And you come riding down the street, you can feel the thunder coming in the back of your mind and then you glance through the window and you see her kissing your best friend. There's only blackness here. Color has dissapeared
I've had one break too many, this is fucking it. Life really seems inadequate at the moment, the joy has been squeezed out of it, hands on and all that is left is a shell with no soul. Don't worry i'm not suicidal or anything, but damn this is some grade-A heartache right here....
Sob with me a little or let your own crap out, sympathize a little
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