UsedClinging on to somethingI know is no longer trueThis love is going to kill me, butI can't let go of you"Honey, either you end it now and it hurts,"Were the words my best friends said to me,"Or she ends it later and it hurts so much worse"But in the end, you were the one to leaveMine is not the first love to be shatteredOr the first heart to be tornThese are not the first scars on my wristThat I have ever boreYou are not the first oneBy whom I've been abusedYou may be a fucking tool,But I'm the one being usedYou're kicking my heart in the ass with cleatsYou won't ever know how it feelsTo walk a mile in my sh
I never thought there was someone out there who dresses almost exactly like I would. This is so cool!