i hate the fact that everything reminds me of you
my hands shake as i reach to pikc up your old tee shirt on my bedroom floor
when your song comes on the radio...
i just want to close my eyes
the worst is when i'm driving
i can't wait for the day when i will stop blaming you for all of my problems
but, honestly... who's the cause? you. you. you.
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