The more I see the less I know
The more I like to let it go!
Nothing to lose, nothing to feel good of.
There are just days I want to die.
That I secretly hope I get hit by a bus.
Some days I just wish it was over.
He doesn't get it.
Ofcourse he doesn't get it.
Am I starting to get wierd again?
Mabey the thing should go out again.
I'm sceared that it won't be good for my relation.
But now I feel like hell!
Mabey I should just talk to him.
Mabey I should!