About me

  • ■ MiloB

  • ■ she / they

  • ■ 16y.o

  • ■ enfp

I'm spending my summer time after time crying again. Had the blues over you, I didn't hang with my friends. You fake cry that's a lie, tell me was it all pretend? In my head. In my head. You're needing all the time again, our time again; I hope it's nothing, I hope it's nothing. Needing the time again, our time again; I hope it's nothing, I hope it's nothing. Wasting our time again, our time again; I hope it's nothing, I hope it's nothing. We don't have nothing to say, so we have nothing left... I wasted like half of my summer tryna hold on your hand. You're the leech, I'm the man, I guess you don't understand. Holding hands, say I can't. You're telling me, yes, I can. Yes, I can. Yes, I can...

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