victoria bonker (10/22/94 / new york state)

i fear the phone will rign and tell me you wont come home
the voice on the line will say the car crashed he died
on the way to the hospital
i fear that drink will be your last
every pound you lose brings you closer to death
that every coming day brings me closer to losing you
i need you tho i need you to be there if i get married i want you to hold my first chiled if i have one
i fear your end please dnt go
i fear you dnt care about yourself enuff to save you
i love you i need you