Your sacrifice turns to anger, change has turned into resentment, love an overstatement and break ups a cliche. I want something real, I want to feel it consume me again.
When you blow up at me you too inflict pain internally. I know you would never hurt me physically.
But truthfully, you could have taken a knife and stabbed me and it would have hurt much less .
Me wants to sleep but i can't ! It's 3:05 am , what am i doing up so late ?
Boy,i miss you being beside me.
why is it so sudden that i feel so much more inlove than i ever used to be?
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