Saturday, September 12, 2009

Should i continue? I really want to stop thinking about you. But i just can't. It has been about 1 year and 9 months now. Sigh. Life really sucks.

You know i can use somebody...

You don't know me, You don't even care.

You belong with me...

She's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar...

Everytime i look for you, the sun goes down...

He is running, a hundred miles an hour, in the wrong direction...

Tears from eyes, worn, cold and sad. Pick me up now, i need you so bad...

A day late, a buck short, i'm writing the report, on losing and failing. When i move, i'm flailing now...

5:48 PM N