dying part II

i'm dying from everything,
too much work,
too much boredom,
and not enough of a something something,

i'm tired, can't take it,
and am dying from scoldings,
and stress, this blog might be spammed with stupid shit
soon, ignore it. my brain is somewhat disappearing.
and i'm realizing it, WHY!

i wish i wish i wish
`i wasnt so emo!`

when i'm with you
I'll make every second count
cause i miss you, whenever your not around
when i kiss you
i still get butterflies
years from now
i'll make every second count
when i'm with you
when i'm with you

whatever it takes

im not gonna break the promise i made

i know i promised, but can i keep it?