I thought if I believed hard enough in the two of us it would be enough for both of us
I was an idiot
Most of the time I don’t even know what today is Then certain dates roll around that I can’t forget
I tell you I love you All you can say is “Why?”
You’ve broken my heart into a thousand different pieces, in a thousand different ways Each time I wonder if this will be the last It isn’t; Somehow I always manage to forgive you
Hanging on by a thread Waiting for you to cut the cord
Fuck conventional And fuck your white picket fence What makes you think someone so remarkable as yourself is meant for such ordinary dreams? You focus so hard on what you think will bring you happiness I fear you will neglect to see the possibilities for happiness already at your feet
When you avoid your feelings, you bury your passion
What is life without passion?
You break my heart not because you don’t love me But because you don’t love yourself