The beginning of school always reminds me of the first guy I ever fell for. The first time I seen him, that very moment so vividly imprinted in my mind, and I still remember it so perfectly. Ride into class on your skateboard, so casual like you weren't doing anything wrong. That day I knew you'd be mine. I was iffy when we started, I knew you, had to be that hard ass guy, but I loved it. Who knew you'd turn around and sleep with people, when we were doing good. I tried to hide how much it hurt, it killed me. So now every time I start school up again, this empty feeling begins at the bottom of my stomach.But if YOU happen to be reading this, I'd like you to know, the love I had for you is still remembered. So take that, look your new girl in the eyes, and tell her you love her as much as you loved me. —Is my ink still on your chest?