Friday, 19 December 2008 / 11:30 pm
"These words, can never mean anything.
What you say, cannot be trusted."
i was foolish to trust you.
but tell me, why,
why i still think the world of you?
am i really not good enough, not fit to be your friend?
we used to be so close.
i suppose its a boy;
well, you've made your desicion and i've made mine.
hope you're happy..
"You know you brought this on yourself";
it keeps coming back, haunting me..
its like a ghost, its like... you...