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Everyday at 3:00 I sit there waiting and hoping, everyday I go home.. a little more broken hearted and, a little less hopeful... I miss you and I'm sad I never got to say a proper goodbye... each day is harder and harder for me to go... but I still show up... just as I promised...
Maybe this is the goodbye that I deserve, maybe I was never meant to have one... maybe this is what's best...
But you know as well as I do that I've been very wrong on so many stupid occasions lol...
I know you won't even read this I guess it just feels good to be able to say all these things...
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