I spoke to you the other day on the phone, you didn't seem yourself. Are you all right? What happened? I'm here if you need me. That bastard doesn't deserve you. He treats you like shit, I don't see what you see in him. I can't even stand to be in the same room with him. He doesn't get you the way I do.
The toy box full of memories, it still sits in my room. We know eachother like siblings, but it doesn't feel the same. The toy box full of memories, it still stays in my mind. I've known you like a sister, but I still don't feel that way.
Do you feel like this or am I losing it? I won't say anything that would ruin it. Let's dig out those old toys, just us two, and see what we find.
