Every day every afternoon. Tried so hard but lost to God. . This time next year Iґll be married. This time next year Iґll say sorry. But Jesus stole my girlfriend. . I thought youґre my friend.
You thought the world. Owed you a smile. Your parents cheer. Your dad was proud. . Monday will not. Apply to you. * you, * you. I won't, trust you. . So dig my head. Into the ground. This