Just Me

I’ve been picking up the pieces of the mess you made
          People like you always want back the love they pushed aside
          But people like me are gone forever when you say goodbye

Had me in the palm of your hand...Then, why’d you had to go and lock me out when I let you in?

Certo! L'ho già salvata nella libreria :) 

Ehi :D Ti piacerebbe leggere la mia fan fiction? Passa quando vuoi :3