Don’t ever fucking tell me that dreams dont come true
fucking shit i love this
I miss the way we talked before you went away to school.
Now all you seem to say is “Baby, how could it be you?”
I hate the way you’re leaning and you’re looking at your phone.
I hate the way I feel like dying when I’m alone.
The Smiths || Bigmouth Strikes Again
If I tell you all my secrets would you tell me all your lies
And when I stop writing her letters
I want her to know that it’s because
I have someone that makes me feel the same exact way that she does
And I will not deny the privilege to someone else who wants my love
I have stitched a mask of confidence and I wear it like a glove
And a man that knows what he’s talking, spoke to me today
He said that no ones going to listen until you mean every word you say
So if you can’t find the feeling, you better learn to lie
And if you know we’re gonna fail, then there’s no point to even try
No point to try, no point try, no point to try