and i keep telling myself:
maybe he'll get lonely
maybe he'll want me back
maybe i'm insane.
you keep talking about this girl.
tell me how she's the best.
tell me how she's amazing.
i'll bet she's beautiful.
she's got everything but you.
remember how we used to be such great friends?
i miss it.
i miss this.
i miss you.
yesterday we had a big fight.
you couldn't stop talking about her.
i guess we're cool now,
because we must have made up.
i don't under stand how you could do this to me.
when i look back on the past 5 months of my life,
i have to laugh.
smile pretty, you sick fuck.
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