I've added to the scar, the scar that crawls down my ribs. hope it makes you happy, 'cause it's all I have to give. We're fighting 'cause of me again, when I did nothing wrong. I look down and my scar now it's getting kinda long. You think I love another, when all I want is you. Maybe my father was right. There's no future for me and you.
As I lay here thinking and crying from the stress, a thought pops into my head, I think I love you less..
You said it so it must be true. I'm sorry, this is was all my fault..
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