Sometimes you read me like a book so I'm afraid to tweet

I hate how you made me let you in

I feel like unfollowing you on twitter.

Do you remember, all the good times we had?

I keep thinking about you and how we used to.

The day i died was the best day of my life.

DIE = easiest way out.

Sleeeping time.

So do you care a not?

You make me smile, please stay for awhile now