Remembering Sunday makes me miss high school. It makes me miss good times. It makes me miss the bad times. It makes me miss my old friends. But then I think about it, and if they really wanted to be my friends still, they’d do something about it.
Every time I hear that song, it still aches me. It still makes me want to cry. I know what I did to you, I know I hurt you. I know that you didn’t want to live…. and it was because of me.