Fuck my life.
playing the part of someone who couldn't care less which skirt he's chasing after,
playing the part of a girl who's already moved on.
i can't afford to miss you anymore. can't want to cry at vulnerable times,
can't wish you were here to say you'll always be by my side no matter what. cause i shouldn't have took it for something that's real, shouldn't have believed every inch of it, and swallowed it.
cause he's the sort of guy who takes things up and puts things down easily, the sort who couldn't care less about anything that doesn't affect him. or maybe it was me, who believed about how maybe i was special, at the very least.
don't wanna be the one who's holding on to something once held by the both of us, neither do i want to be the one who's remembering every single thing and accepting things the way it is.
i've seen his true colors.
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