The first date with a new guy is so nerve racking. Wondering if this shirt shows too much or if your skirt puts off a bad vibe. Wanting to have that make out session after the movie. Wondering if he notices the perfume you bought the night before. Hoping that you can do this again sometime. Then he never calls.
Memories. Just scattered on the floor. Past lovers, friends and people from parties I cant even remember. Trees and flowers, Grass and leaves. My past.
Youre not a true friend. You talk behind my back. You talk behind everyones back. And youre so hypocritical. How can that be a friend?