Why did you have to call just when I had gotten over you?

But really boy, I don't care anymore. Those days which we spent driving around and singing along to the songs in the CD player are over. The stolen kisses as we walk around are just a memory.

Goodbye boy. Don't think that I'm not hurting.

breathe // dream

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