8:25 pm - Monday, Aug. 26, 2002
Song:
Please.
Stop thinking about her. You cry over her in a way equivilant to me crying over Adam.
You talk about her. That's all I've heard today, her her her. Be over it. It started three years ago and ended two years later.
I suddenly feel I have to prove I'm better then a girl who only intrests herself in you through your subconcious.
Please.
Want me.
You say you fear losing me. But I think you fear not turning my into a girl like her.
I'm not going anywhere, but I'm not changing either.
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