I fucking miss you. I thought the alcohol would get you off my mind but it just made my chest burn and I can’t stop thinking about you oh god.
Jesus Christ why did you leave me? It feels like my ribs are cracking I can’t breathe. Come back. Come back. Come back.
Baby I love you, I know I’m fucked up and I’m more trouble then I’m worth, but you made me so fucking happy. I’m sorry I couldn’t make you feel the same.
Why don’t you love me anymore. Just fuck tell me what I did wrong, I want you back.
Why do we always fall in love with the people who eat us alive? I’d let you do it all over again if it meant I got to kiss you again.