Walking down the street, thinking about everything cause I can’t fucking sleep, look what you’ve done to me, so fucking miserable I don’t want to speak. Lied to myself, saying things will be fine. This is where we’re at, I can’t turn back time. Before you go, I just want you to know, I didn’t fucking want this and I’m not happy, and now I hope you’re miserable. Where did we go so fucking wrong?
I want a boy to hold hands with, and eat so much mac and cheese with, and to watch movies with, and to kiss, and to lay with, and to appreciate, and to be appreciated by, and to do all things cute with.