And I crashed down.
Why's she wearing his hoodie?
Why can't this just leave me.
His hand is around her waist, pulling her closer.
Why can't I just be okay?
She's at his locker. Fuck.
Why can't I just get what I fucking want?
If he really wants me, and all of me..
He'll figure his shit out.
Because I don't need him.
Tara was right.
We don't need anyone.
They're just nice to have.
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