you don't get to text. you dont get to call six times a day. you dont get to leave long voicemails.
when i found you, i thought i found the guy i was going to spend the rest of my life with. i was done.
i said, that's it. all the boys in the world could walk by and i wouldn't look twice because i had you, i was happy. all the flirting in the library, and giving my number out at mixers, and meeting cute guys in class. done.
because i thought you were it.
you lost me. you chose you.
left me. worse, you made me leave myself.
well im me again now. youre a big black cloud in my past and im all rained out.
you don't get to call.
