Shot down again. will this routine ever end? i hate being on my own. i hate seeing movies alone. i can barely recall what kisses felt like. i can barely remember how holding hands was nice. but here i am. broken hearted again. here i am. holding an empty hand. holding these tears is getting so hard. these past two years filled with rejections. ive heard them all before. they all just wanna be friends. will i ever find someone. who makes me so happy? will i ever find someone. who makes me so complete?
