If you give them the chance.

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don't sell your heart,

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Go On, Girl.

Because you didn't choose me, I'm moving on. Whatever reason you have, I don't care anymore. That's it. I lost you again. I got my answer. Now, I'll date other people who will never see me as second best. This could be the chance that I've been talking about, the one where in there will come a day you're gonna meet a guy whose place you wish you took. I just really needed my friends to tell me that you're not worth it. Maybe you never were.

I'm going, going.... gone.

don't say we're not meant to be.