August 5, 2015 - 11:52 pm
Keep on haunting me, babe.
I find traces of you everywhere
And I listen to twenty one pilots
But I know they're your favorite.
I've got a past lover on the line
But I never missed her like I miss you now
But then I remember how sad you made me
Yet you made me so happy.
Why was our forever cut short at a month?
- (m.m)