love letter #7/hate mail

i can't imagine what i would do if you

oh i know that it will turn rotten soon. you'll fuck me over really bad

weren't a part of my life, if i didn't dream

cuz your type always does. go and find somebody new. and i don't

of you each night and day. and i'm not

want to be alone, while you're out living. and i'll grow to love you sure who i would be if you weren't always

more each day and you'll just rip my heart out. and stomp it flat, in my mind. you make me hope again but

leaving me to mourn my empty loss. while your fucking someone

i can't imagine why and how...

else cuz you're such a fucking bastard. i hope your dick falls off.