Status: it's my party and I'll cry if I want to

Cotton Candy Heart



_I'M NOT A PIECE OF CAKE
_FOR YOU TO JUST DISCARD
_WHILE YOU WALK AWAY
_WITH THE FROSTING OF MY HEART


SO I'M TAKING BACK_
WHAT'S MINE, YOU'LL MISS_
THE SLICE OF HEAVEN THAT_
I GAVE TO YOU LAST NIGHT_




Sawyer Fitzgerald treated me like I was her toy. She'd play with me when it suited her, but just as easily lose interest and cast me aside, moving onto something much more worth her time.

But do you wanna know the worst thing? I fucking let her.