We had our plans, I wrote them down, you had a small change and it all fell away... Just about...Just when i want to die. I was going through hard times and you were the light In The dark... But you killed my soul. You stabbed me in the back, again. You did it twice... Why? Please, if your going to hurt me inside, just do it outside too. Keep on going! Come on! Your just. Like. Them. I trust you, spill my heart and soul out to you. But no, doesn't matter... Not too much longer until I snap... Then nothing you did will matter. I sat with you, texting, comforting, until we had to go. Then I would listen to the radio until you came back... Does that not matter to you anymore...?
You'll know who this is meant for when you read it. Come on S.
Tell me why. But not on here.