Tiny Hand Where we go, we don't need roads

I love seeing you happy. Believe me, I do. But while you’re our having a good time, letting all those other girls fall all over you, I hope you think of me. I hope it hits you like a brick in the face and you become as miserable as I am.

Nobody will ever love you like I do. Remember that.








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