I don't feel anti-love. I feel suspicious of love, and I feel suspicious of what it means to be in love. And I also feel suspicious of what it means to feel pretend love for someone.
This week or last week, I don't really care about it anymore. I write myself this later, I tell myself you let me go.
Full of beautiful grace so we steal their space, and death comes quickly.
I don't want to know that you don't want me. I don't want to know what you do without me. I don't want to know what I'll be without you. I dont wanna know. I don't wanna know.
I know I'll hold this loss in my heart forever. I know I'll hold, I'll hold. I know.
Wake me up from this dream and tell me. Things aren't as bad as they seem.
I hope I never figure out who broke your heart and if I do, if I do. I'd spend all night losing sleep. I'd spend the night and I'd lose my mind. Well I'd spend the night and I'd lose my mind.
Why did you take me down this road if you don't want to walk with me? Why do you exist all alone, when you could just talk to me?
An angel kissed my strings, while I slept last night. And her rhythm broke my hunger. And I died a little less.
I hate being so emotionally slutty. I need to stop loving everyone I have a long conversation with.
I live my life in a way that I feel completely comfortable with. I don't struggle with who I am, who I date, who I love, what I say or what I stand for, not just sexuality but everything.
Sometimes it feels like I'm all that they've got. It's so hard to know I'm not what they want.
I'm not their hero, but that doesn't mean that I wasn't brave. I never walked the party line, but that doesn't mean that I was never afraid. I'm not your hero, but that doesn't mean we're not one and the same.
Stay, you'll leave me in the morning anyway. My heart, you'll cut it out you never liked me anyway.
Now I'm all messed up, sick inside wondering where you're leaving your makeup.