Damn it! Why do boys have to call my bluff.
Why do I regret the things I didnt do?
Why do things happen backwards sometimes?
Why cant I let myself go a little more? Why do I have to over think everything untill it completly kills everything?
Why do I regret the things I didnt do?
Why do things happen backwards sometimes?
Why cant I let myself go a little more? Why do I have to over think everything untill it completly kills everything?


