His life is probably so much better without me. His life will go on fine. I can barely get out of bed, and can't stop crying.
He always said i need to do something for myself. I finally did and it hurt more than almost anything i've ever experienced.
I think over the years i've adapted myself to being alone. Having real friends has actually hindered that adaptation.
One day i hope i look in textbooks about rock n roll and can say, "i was there." Even better... "I helped make that happen."
Amazing how songs relate so much to life:
"No, it's not the last time,
'Cause I'd never say no to you."
"Hey Brittany!
Where is your engagement ring?
Did it mean anything?
Does the boy with the ring know you bounce bounce bounce around?
So how am I supposed to act when you're around him?"
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