August 2011
3 posts
1 tag
I'm done...
I get it now. I’m only allowed to talk to you when she’s not around. Oh, and when you ditch me to go flirt with her, I’m not suppose to care. And when you act like an ass cause she’s there, just go along with it. And when she decides to break your heart once again, I’m suppose to be there to comfort you. Well listen the hell up -I’m tired of being your second choice and I’m fucking done.
