Y o u s a y y o u r d o n e
BUT YOUR MASCARA STILL RUNS
You say your finished, this is the end
But we both know your pillow will have tears this weekend
((I HATE HIM IS ALL YOU CAN SAY))
But yet you run to see him right the next day
When are these feelings gonna go away?
Probably not tomorrow and definitely not today.
*not mine credit to whoever...format to archuleta4ever*