How can I say goodnight when you weren’t even part of my day?
I tried not to let it and I even tried putting it back together but my heart is still breaking for a boy who was never mine. He kissed me like he was, and held me like I was his. And then he walked away, to tell the world how I was the girl who wouldn’t give it up, and find one who was better for him, because she would.
Does it bother anyone else that there are parts of your life you don’t remember? You have done and said things that you don’t even know about anymore. That means you don’t even have the right perception of yourself because you don’t even fully know who you are. However, something that you’ve forgotten about could be a prominent memory in somebody else’s mind. It trips me out.