I'm so happy you gave me a chance.
Im glad we broke up before I told you that I wanted to marry you.
Im over-joyed that you picked today, And that you said you loved me more, or that you said that we could be together, Or that You'd be the best lover I've ever had.
i hate how I whimper when I think about you, How I can't stop crying because you said you loved me.
How is it not my fault? How is it yours...?
I ******** love you so much, Why, Tom, Why...?
CHOKETRENDKILL · Fri Apr 20, 2007 @ 06:07am · 1 Comments |