ALL ALONE IN MY BEDROOM WITH THE LIGHTS TURNED DOWN AND MY ROOMMATE GONE—!!

It's been a year since the two of you broke up. He never moved on. You were perfect, TOO PERFECT.

I KNOW IT'S OVER, STILL I CLING ON— 'CAUSE I'M MY OWN RIGHT-HAND GIRL AND I DON'T NEED ANYONE!!!

Now all of that is just, gone. Crying and thinking about you were nonstop. All he can do is just that, taking long hours of sleep and shower.

BUT SOMETIMES I MISS YOUR STUPID FACE, AND YOUR TASTE AND YOUR SMOKING GUN—

His thougths won't stop coming, it won't stop. He decided to push further. Now clothes on the floor, his body covered with the sheet, him gripping on the pillow.

"Ughh..mi amor..why..why do you have to do this to me.." He whined to himself.

IT'S SO DEPRESSING HOW THE TEAR DUCTS IN MY EYES ARE SO MUCH WETTER THAN THE SPACE BETWEEN MY THIGHS!!!!!!!