domingo, 25 de maio de 2014

❀ Alone, afraid, the kid your mother made ; Sitting in your room drooling like a loser with all this doom ❀

❀ I miss the bad things, The way you hate me, I miss the screaming, The way that you blame me! Miss the phone calls, When it's your fault, I miss the late nights, Don't miss you at all! ❀

❀ I miss the bad things, The way you hate me, I miss the screaming, The way that you blame me! Miss the phone calls, When it's your fault, I miss the late nights, Don't miss you at all! ❀

Ugh.