LOVESICK FOOL.
I can’t sleep, the pills they never helped. Tried counting sheep, still hurts like hell. I can’t believe this rose has lost its red and its petals. Waking up just brings me down. Cause every morning you are nowhere to be found and my bed is half empty not half full. I’d rather live with broken bones then lay here all on my own like a lovesick fool.
- the cab
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