The way he look at me, they way he texts me, they way he chearish me is like he give me a hope. He give me fakehope. He give me a stupid hope.
Why? Why me? Why its must be me? Why is it always to be me?
The way he look at me, they way he texts me, they way he chearish me is like he give me a hope. He give me fakehope. He give me a stupid hope.
Why? Why me? Why its must be me? Why is it always to be me?