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.
AnotherGirlW/oASharperKnife*