I am finally moving on. And even
though for so long I have told myself I wasn't good enought
because of all the things you said. I am getting better. And i
can tell you one day you will look back on your life and say... I
screwed up. And you'll realize when we were 17 no one loved
you more than me. And you'll wish I was there, you'll
wish you hadn't made me feel low. You'll wish I was
yours. But it will be too late, And i'll be gone.
