here's to the flowers
fighting over power
this one's for the late nights
turning into great fights
your mom called me a prom queen
the night before you were so mean
my mom had to force me
out the carfor those nights that i stayed up
i wish you would pay up
from our polaroid photos
to the days where you didn't showso cheers to the breakup
crying in my makeup
i've lost my senses once again
here's to the highlights
hand holding and high fives
till you had me backed up in to a wallthis one's for the breakdown
hoping you'd come around
praying to God you felt the fallhere's to my fury
the tears that i'd bury
only to protect you from it allhere's to our love songs
feels like it's been so long
so I wrote this one for youcheers to the breakup
oops, i've messed up my makeup
guess i'll let him go once again

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Serenity - A Journal Of Some Sort
RandomThey tell me that what I create is chaos. But what I create is the only thing that brings me serenity. ~ warning: this book abruptly switches from deep personal narratives to really random stuff so hop on and enjoy the ride