I emo alone. I fake being happy.
'Cause he can mess you up pretty bad,
I know that now
Instead of crazily typing out stuff that won't make sense to anyone else,
I thought I'd just drop by and say.
Why do I even bother when you so clearly don't?
After all this while, you know what?
I STILL CARE.
Sometimes it feels like I'm destined to screw up when it comes to you
Dilemma.P/s:
I counted. I have about 25 mood swings a day.
