Don't you hate it when you let people slip through your fingers,
When you can pin point the moment your heart stops.
The sensation which makes you wish you were dead,
to crawl up into a ball
and just end your life there and then
I miss her already
Iknow it's stupid
I should just accept what's happened has happened
What's done is done
I can't turn back time
I can't make her love me
Ever |