When the night has been too lonely / and the road has been too long / and you think that love is only / for the lucky and the strong
Crying tears of exhaustion. I'm tired
So tired
So. You'd rather die than accept it, right?
Sure makes me wonder, where the hell did all the love go?
Isn't it supposed to be /unconditional/?
Guess we'll never be on the same page. Maybe it's my fault that it went from perfect to close to crumbling in less than a year.
It hurts.
Why does hurt manifest itself in the pit of your stomach?
I feel like a damn nuisance every time I try to talk to you. Am I bothering you? I know it's selfish of me but I just want to talk to you in peace.
Wtf
Ugh should've known you wouldn't have allowed it no point in asking anymore should've known you'll never accept me
Stupid
Stupid