I wish that you were home
Holding me tight in your arms
And I wish, I could go back
To the day before we met and skip my regret
I wish I wasn’t in love with you
So you couldn’t hurt me..
Maybe I’m fast to conclude and that I still have you. Maybe I did lose you or maybe I didn’t lose you, because I never had you. Maybe it’s not you, maybe it’s more of me, wanting something I couldn’t have. Maybe I wish I was dead. Maybe I’m better off marrying my obnoxious computer too. Fuck. I hate myself today.
I just noticed, the mp3 jumped. Hate me.