I hate the fact that things between us never got better.
Too much trust sometimes Kills you.
Sometimes, you have to smile to hold back the tears.
I need something more to hold then just a phone.
You think I have changed. Truth is you never really knew the real me.
It's sad to be happy alone.
I hate the fact that things between us never got better.
Too much trust sometimes Kills you.
Sometimes, you have to smile to hold back the tears.
I need something more to hold then just a phone.
You think I have changed. Truth is you never really knew the real me.
It's sad to be happy alone.