Sometimes I dream you’re begging for another chance
And then I tell you to fuck off
Since we broke up the kitchen counter has been used to prepare booze far more often than it’s been used to prepare an actual meal.
I don’t love him.
But I secretly get this thrill when he talks to me…
Because I like to pretend that his girlfriend is insanely jealous when he does.
It’s been over a year since you dumped me
I hate myself for loving you.
But i hate you more for not giving me the chance to prove myself to you.
I don’t think you’ll ever understand.
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