I wanna die, but not really.
My chest aches, and my heart is heavy.
Every time we meet this is what it does, I'll never be what you want and it will never be what it was.
2009 was the year to be in.
So many things happened and there were so many cities to live in. Now that your 40- & I am 26-
I am still so lonely and my life is in the shits.
My heart feels heavy, I smoke too many cigarettes.
I'm barely breathing, and I'm in love with you, yes?
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