I could put up a brave act infront of you, be cynical and tell you to leave, tell you how easily replaceable you are. Yet, in the end, I’d still hurt. I hate how I got attached to you, at the end of the day, it’s no one’s fault but my own.
I could put up a brave act infront of you, be cynical and tell you to leave, tell you how easily replaceable you are. Yet, in the end, I’d still hurt. I hate how I got attached to you, at the end of the day, it’s no one’s fault but my own.