It's not about you anymore.
If your name crosses my lips
It is in punishment of myself
For being the fool
I know you love my tits, but can you love the heart beneath?
I used to think the worst case scenario would be you decided you disliked the real me But your apathy cuts deeper than any hatred could
Chocolate is a health food. I bring her chocolate and I remain healthy.
I took the blame
And you were happy to let me