“I hate how we were. Not that every moment spent with you wasn’t great or anything, I was just too much into you and now I can’t get used to the world without you.” —
Well I got a bad feeling about this, I got a bad feeling about this (to hell with you and all your friends, it's on). I'm coming over but it never was enough I thought it through and my worst brings out the best in you
I'm not sick of you yet, is this as good as it gets?
i can’t find the words, to describe the most basic things i wanna tell you.
mais ça l’a toujours été comme ça avec toi…