I just don’t understand, when you we’re in Texas we were perfect.
We were so much alike, I loved every little aspect about you.
We talked on the phone everything until the sunrise.
And we never stopped texting.
I miss that.
You told me as soon as you got home you would come see me.
You said you never met a girl like me.
You told me things i’ve never heard before, and I believed you.
Now that you’re home you are not the same.
Either you changed, or everything was a big lie.
I alway’s have to text you first,
I never had to worry about that when you were in Texas.
I alway’s woke up to a “Good Morning Baby”
If we weren’t already on the phone.
I think about you constantly, I can’t just let you go.
You’re life is based on drugs & partying.
You don’t care about me.
I don’t even know what we are anymore.
To be honest I wish you were still in Texas.
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It’s Pretty Fucked Up How I Don’t Care About Anyone.