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Turbulent

*SUICIDE WARNING*

You had your own Pete Wentz and Patrick combined
Writing you songs and singing them all like
Every single day
Tour brings that special pain
So fuck yourself
And fuck your feelings
I believe but not in you and me, so
So fuck yourself
And fuck your feelings
I believe but not in you and me, so
I'd unfuck you if I could (ooh ooh ooh)
I'd unlove you like I should have
Months before I did
In the months before I split
It's turbulent, turbulent
I'd unfuck you if I could (ooh ooh ooh)
I'd unlove you like I should have
Months before I did
In the months before I split
It's turbulent, turbulent
You had your own Awsten Knight, (hi)
He texted back fast, and he made you laugh
Yeah, yeah
You must be out of your mind
Well, I know you are
Let's see, where to start?
How about the messages that you still send?
Even though I blocked your number
And I never fucking answer
My anxiety was turbulent, and permanent
You gave me hell on Earth
And said to "work with it"
So fuck yourself
And fuck your feelings
I believe but not in you and me, so
So fuck yourself
And fuck your feelings
I believe but not in you and me, so
I'd unfuck you if I could (ooh ooh ooh)
I'd unlove you like I should have
Months before I did
In the months before I split
It's turbulent, turbulent
I'd unfuck you if I could (ooh ooh ooh)
I'd unlove you like I should have
Months before I did
In the months before I split
It's turbulent, turbulent

You had a taste of the life
But you grew complacent
And my sanity laced itself
Up in the back of your mind
And that's where you left me to die

your pov

My hands shook as I sent another message to Dom. We had broken up last week because he caught me cheating on him. I was such an idiot. I had everything I could've ever wanted and I cheated on it. I was so angry at myself. How could I do this to my everything.

Y/N: please Dom, I've said sorry a million times just please answer me.

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no one's pov

You were getting tired but you couldn't sleep until he replied. you had sent him about 1000 messages. You were desperate to hear from him, to make sure he was okay.

y/n: please. I'm so sorry. I love you. I didn't mean to hurt you. I just want to know you're okay.

Dom: Fuck off.

That's not the reply you were hoping for. At least he replied though, right?

You started at your phone screen wondering what to say.

Y/N: please, you mean the world to me. I love you. I'm sorry.
Dom is typing...
You were scared of his reply.
Dom is typing...
Waiting.

Dom: you gave me hell on earth and said to work with it.

Y/N: I know Dom I'm so sorry. I mean it. I love you. please just meet me for coffee tomorrow? I need to talk to you. I miss you.