I can't stand the smell of your cologne and can't be around anyone with it on. I don't even like my favorite song because you would sing it to me on the phone. I'm wondering why I gave you my life when you don't even care about me, not anymore. Sadly, I don't even know who you are. I gave you my love in exchange for these scars. I don't wanna keep our mutual friends because I'm sick of tryna pretend that you're really good to me when you're just the opposite, actually. I don't wanna read the messages, I erase them all.
When you say that you love me, a lie.
When you say that you need me, a lie.
When you hold me tight, a lie.
When you squeeze me, a lie.
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