@herlyrics15: earrings - malcolm todd #song #lyrics #earrings #malcolmtodd #fyp

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You know what? I’m tired of pretending I don’t care. I always tell people that I’m over it or that it doesn’t bother me anymore, but the truth is I care a lot. I think about her every single day, no matter how hard I try not to. Some days it’s just a random memory, a song, a place, or something that reminds me of her, and suddenly everything comes rushing back. I wish things had been different. I wish she had wanted to fight for us the same way I did instead of letting us slowly become strangers again. I tried so hard to be the best boyfriend I could possibly be. I know I wasn’t perfect because nobody is, and I made mistakes that I wish I could take back. I even tried changing my bad habits because I wanted to be a better person for her and for our relationship. I put so much effort into making things work because I truly believed she was worth fighting for. Looking back, I still wonder if there was something else I could’ve done differently, something I could’ve said, or if I could’ve loved her better. Those thoughts never really leave my mind. Some days I just want to let everything out and cry, but I can’t. It’s like I have so much built up inside of me that I don’t even know where to start. I just keep pushing it down and distracting myself with the gym, football, friends, or anything else that keeps my mind busy. But when I’m alone, especially at night, everything comes back. No matter how much progress I make in other parts of my life, there’s still a part of me that misses what we had. She was my first everything. My first real love. My first sweetheart. The first girl who made me feel truly cared for. The first girl I introduced to my parents and my family. I still remember how happy I felt knowing she was becoming a part of my life. We made so many memories together that I’ll probably never forget. At the time, I really thought we’d have so many more. What hurts the most is knowing that someone who used to be the person I talked to every day is now just another stranger with memories. We went from laughing together, texting all day, making plans, and sharing everything about our lives to barely speaking at all.

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I’m obsessed w this song

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Her love is in head you lost your earrings in her bed you couldn’t tell her that you lost them 'Cause you’re scared and you’re not talking' so you think of what to say Then save it for another day 'Cause you just never had the heart' now they just drift further apart From you,oh EXTRA EXTRA, read all about it MAC IS IN HIS FEELINGS AND CAN‘T GET OUT OF IT From you,oh EXTRA EXTRA,read all about it MAC IS IN HIS FEELINGS CAN‘T GO OUT OF IT From you,oh EXTRA EXTRA,read all about it MAC IS IN HIS FEELINGS CAN‘T GET OUT OF IT From you,oh MAC IS IN HIS FEELINGS CAN‘T GET OUT OF IT.. From you,oh From you,oh From you,oh EXTRA EXTRA read all about it

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AND SAVE IT FOR ANOTHER DAYYY

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cause you never had the heart now they drifted further apart from youuuuuuuu ohhhhh

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You know what? fuck it, i’m tired of pretending i don’t miss her, i do every day, i miss playing with her hair and i miss being with her everyday, i miss making those jokes about how she’s shorter than i am, i miss the long braid she made every day before school, i miss chatting late at night with her telling how much we love each other, i miss pretending those small heart-felt moments meant nothing to her, but she ruined it, or was it me? why would she lie about being homophobic when i confessed to her? we kissed, why would she lie saying she doesn’t want a queer friend? was i annoying or was i hinting it too much? i mean we kissed, it was pretty obvious i liked her since the first time i met her. i always think about what would’ve happened if we were still friends, or if we were more than that, we distances, were in different schools now, different slew schedule, different friends and different everything, so why do i still think of her at night? She was the first person to show me love that didn’t mean physical trauma or relapsing, she showed me what people could actually be, in a good way, i tell people im over it, but the truth is, im not i’m tired of telling my best friend “I don’t think about her anymore” when i do, every night, every moment, i yearn what we had, we have no connection whatsoever now, we can’t talk anymore because of how stupid she was, she messed everything up by cutting off the friendship, cursing me out and wanting to come back a month later, but i don’t hate her, do i? i could never hate her, because deep down i know i still love her a little, our moms still think we’re best friends, they still talk about plans of going out after not talking for so long. No matter what, she’s there. I have a crush on somebody else, but i don’t want to have one, i don’t want to tell them because im scared the same that happened with her, will happen with them.

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peekaboo :

if i wanted to explain my feelings, i'd say this song