There's not much going on today.
I'm really bored, it's getting late.
What happened to my Saturday?
Monday's coming, the day I hate.
Sit on the bed alone, staring at the phone.
He wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no.
Het wouldn't even open up the door.
He never made me feel like I was special.
He isn't really what I'm looking for...
I'm really bored, it's getting late.
What happened to my Saturday?
Monday's coming, the day I hate.
Sit on the bed alone, staring at the phone.
He wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no.
Het wouldn't even open up the door.
He never made me feel like I was special.
He isn't really what I'm looking for...
He wasn't - Avril lavinge
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This face means nothing, these hands feel nothing. These lungs are empty, these eyes are blind.
This face means nothing, these hands feel nothing. But I'm here.. </3