It’s not trueTell me I’ve been lied toCryin’ isn’t like youOoh What the hell did I do?Never been the type toLet someone see right throughOoh Maybe won’t you take it back?Say you were tryna make me laughAnd nothin’ has to change todayYou didn’t mean to say, “I love you”I love you and I don’t want …
What a ̶ ̶s̶t̶r̶a̶n̶g̶e̶ ̶b̶e̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶ G̶o̶d̶ ̶k̶n̶o̶w̶s̶ ̶w̶h̶e̶r̶e̶ ̶I̶ ̶w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶i̶f̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶h̶a̶d̶n̶’̶t̶ ̶f̶o̶u̶n̶d̶ ̶m̶e̶ ̶S̶i̶t̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶a̶l̶l̶ ̶a̶l̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶d̶a̶r̶k̶ ̶ ̶a̶ dumb ̶s̶c̶r̶e̶e̶n̶s̶h̶o̶t̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶t̶h̶ ̶ W̶a̶t̶c̶h̶ ̶h̶o̶w̶ ̶a̶ ̶c̶o̶l̶d̶ ̶b̶r̶o̶k̶e̶n̶ teen ̶w̶i̶l̶l̶ ̶d̶e̶s̶p̶e̶r̶a̶t̶e̶l̶y̶ ̶l̶e̶a̶n̶ ̶ U̶p̶o̶n̶ ̶a̶ ̶s̶u̶p̶e̶r̶g̶l̶u̶e̶d̶ ̶h̶u̶m̶a̶n̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶p̶r̶o̶o̶f̶ W̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶h̶e̶l̶l̶ would I be without …
A little Victoria’s Secret box that my high school girl crush gave to me is now sitting under my desk and it is full of memories of you. Ironic, isn’t it? Little dust bunnies are hopping around this valley of highs. I don’t pull it out as often as I used to. I think that’s …
A jumble of numbers wouldn’t seem to hold so much meaning. Looking upon it further, It’s a date. G̶o̶d̶,̶ ̶I̶ ̶w̶i̶s̶h̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶’̶d̶ ̶s̶a̶y̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶m̶e̶.̶ ̶ Anyway, It was the password to my phone for 2 years. I’m sure it’s still the password to some old accounts I’ve forgotten about. Maybe even the answer …