nights like this

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"you act like you need reminding"

its been three months since you've last seen santana. you miss her, so so much. your heartbroken. why did she leave you? especially for brittany.

"tryna do it over bring it back, and rewind it"

now, you love britt like a sister but you just couldn't fathom how she could do this to you? how could THEY do this to you? you were nothing but good to both of them.

"but all that glitter isn't gold I was blinded"

now you're here in the apartment that you and the latina once shared. alone. heartbroken. ashamed.

"should've never gave you my heart on consignment."

you've been wondering how they're doing. the old glee club invited you out a couple of weeks ago but you sadly declined. you knew they would be there.

"and i can't believe the lies that i went for"

you wonder how long they were talking before she broke up with you. she told you, you had nothing to worry about. ever.

"thought you were mine but you decided to be with britt though."

what did you do to her? was it something that you said? something that you did?

"you took my feelings and just threw em out the window"

you just wished she would have told you she had feelings for britt. it would have hurt you way less.

"feel like its too hard to fall in love again, no"

britt's beautiful. maybe that's why santana left you. she has always been beautiful, and its like as you aged she's gotten more beautiful.

"on some nights like this, shawty i can't help but think of us"

mercedes, quinn, tina and rachel have attempted to talk to you. but you just shut them out.

"i've been reminiscin', sippin', missin' ya"

you've began to smoke weed again to numb the pain. when you're high its like all of your problems lift off your chest.

"can you tell me what's with all this distant love"

maybe you should call a friend.

"if i called, would you pick it up?"

maybe you should just call santana or britt maybe, to at least let them know that you weren't upset anymore.

"on some nights like this, I just wanna text you, but for what?"

who are you kidding? you are.


again.. i don't know what this is.

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