Same shit, different day
We’re not broken, just bent.
This shit is getting pretty fucking old, pretty damn fast. It’s never enough, nothing is ever enough.
I gotta start working my shit out. I care way too much about this girl, just to throw it all way over some simple bull shit. She’s basically my whole world, we’ve been through heaven, and we’ve been through hell. But, at the end of the day I still have the privilege to call her mine. I love her. I’d give her the moon if she asked. I’d do a lot more stuff for her than I would do for anyone. Even myself. She’s mine, and I’m going to do my best to keep it that way. Like I said, I love her.