summers approaching. for once this summers actually about something new. venturing off as "an adult." i'm pretty content about my current present. and i'm hoping for more sweeter presents. :)
Wanting you, to be wanting me. No that ain't no way to be. How I feel, read my lips, because I'm so over.. Moving on, it's my time, you never were a friend of mine. Hurt at first, a little bit, but now I'm so over. I'm so over it..
the days are either good or bad, its a game of russian roulette every way, every action. im finding it hard to be a optimist right now
i could care less, youre just my friend, you can be there when you want or when i need you and the next week you can talk all the smack you want about me. its a one way deal, is it not?
