the breaKup (this is ass but oh well)
it started the moment we were over. blocKed on all platforms, it felt liKe i was in isolation. when i passed you and your friends in the hallways, instantly, like clocKworK, a pitiful stare, as if i were an injured deer. from that point on, there was a piece of you in my heart, gone. every night, i sit outside, waiting for a shooting star, to wish you would come bacK and say i’m yours, but i Know it won’t happen. i’ll always be waiting for you, oKay?