and the chance of you loving me
is one to NONE
as you fuck with those other girls
but one's a big (tiny) number
so i'll hold on
heartbreaking splits
i'll hold back the tears
and stop the bleeding
as i watch you from here
(your hands around her hips)
i know (wish) you'll regret
never being here by my side
holding me close
& whispering loving (meaningless) words
into my head
broken mirrors
& shattered dreams
i hope you know
you ruined EVERYTHNG
(un)forgotten past
and your volient kisses
bruising scars
and huge gashes
i wish (hope) you know
i still love you (my everything)
even if the chance of you loving me is
one (NONE) to NONE
because you know
one's (NONE) a big (tiny) number
a/n. i hope the guy who broke my best friend's heart dies a VERY painful death