You no longer make me smile. Instead, tears flow down my cheeks. Your last text to me reads “I don’t want to be anything with you”. I thought I knew pain, but I guess I was wrong. Goodbye and Godspeed the fuck out of my life.

You no longer make me smile. Instead, tears flow down my cheeks. Your last text to me reads “I don’t want to be anything with you”. I thought I knew pain, but I guess I was wrong. Goodbye and Godspeed the fuck out of my life.