Oh shit here it comes.
Months of complaining and nights of explaining, what fun.
Don't tell anyone.
But you taught me something how feeling like nothing is done.
Cuz I don't fit inside anyone else's sweater. One look from you my whole life would be better. But I haven't changed.
Left with time to myself.
But I fucked her all up and now she has got poor mental health.
Mounds of love and support.
Dear God just shut my door so that all I can feel is this hurt.