Sis this is the song for you. Taylor had the same situation with you. They had to break it off coz his boyfriend was goin' to college. Why you love him so much? Sis PM me your pic with him I need a piece of your misery.
sis i think i am BLACKING OUT right now! I DONT know why im spilling all ma personal buss!! i wont remember anything tomm!!
dat song is dedicated to our relationship i cantttttttttt
Sis you need to be strong. You should play Rated R instead That will help you forget him.
beyoncefan and hausofjay, show some support too
She needs to pop in that Speak Now CD and let all them emotions. Ugh as much as the bitch bugs me her illuminati powers r takin me over and I might buy Speak Now.
She needs to pop in that Speak Now CD and let all them emotions. Ugh as much as the bitch bugs me her illuminati powers r takin me over and I might buy Speak Now.
Mean? I have a love/hate relationship wit Taylor. I like her songs but at the same time she can't sing and her personality and image drives me up the wall. Bitch needs to get laid already. Them eggs aren't going be good when she finally decides to have her first baby at age 50.
Mean? I have a love/hate relationship wit Taylor. I like her songs but at the same time she can't sing and her personality and image drives me up the wall. Bitch needs to get laid already. Them eggs aren't going be good when she finally decides to have her first baby at age 50.
It's okay. She already got that 1 million first week. EPIC I can't.
Sis you need to be strong. You should play Rated R instead That will help you forget him.
beyoncefan and hausofjay, show some support too
These days, I haven’t been sleeping. Staying up late playing myself leaving. When you’re birthday passed, and I didn’t call. And i think about summer all the beautiful times. I watched you laughing from the passenger side, and I realized I loved you in the fall. And then the cold came, the dark days when fear crept into my mind. You gave me all your love, and all I gave you was goodbye.
I need a piece of your misery.
