he can still manage to make my heart jump.
butterflies swarm my tummy.
i wish it was because of hate.
the day i still think about.
too bad he saw it as 'getting some action'
they say before you die,
your whole life flashes before your eyes.
i hope mine is worth watching
i say i'm over him.
the more i think about it, i say it because i'm trying to believe it.
i'm over him using me,
saying shit he doesn't mean,
leaving me the same way every time
and thinking it's okay.
because i gave into him everytime,
i fucked my other relationships.
and now,
everyone knows about it.