When its over I'll be fine, but for now its never ending. Haven't eaten since Friday night. Might never think of you again. Cause I thought that I was good enough, but never for you or anyone else. Rejected again, but we're still friends. And its easy for me to say that I'm happy for you, but inside its just not true. So, tonight I'll cry myself to sleep. A shot of gin gives me face. Anything to ease these aches. The pain is so overwhelming, but I know it will pass. I know in time you'll pass. Cause I thought that I was good enough, but never for you or anyone else. Rejected again. Why are we still friends? I don't need friends, don't need you to be my friend. So fuck you.
Anti-Domestix
