i wanted to die that day,
id planned it.
i even wrote out my suicide letters.
then you walked in,
with that dumb, stupid grin.
and you said hi,
and you called me pretty.
it made me realise i liked you,
and i miss what we used to be.
but now we hate each other,
but i wish on my lucky stars every night,
that we come back to each other.
