Selfish sickness in my gut. I’ll upturn tables to open up. It’s against my character but moving forward’s my parable. You're terrible for thinking you weren't in the wrong for what you do. Its obvious to all of us, so write a song and try to prove your case or why don't you just grow up? It's incredulous to me that I have never been aware enough to see heartbreak was inevitable for me. It was a blindside to say the least. A charmer and beguiler isn't hard to be with a sweet smile and an eyebrow that kills. Stringing me along to get your thrill and now I’m nauseous and cautious and filled to the brim with defeat and a downward spiraling visceral depression. Succession of events that created the deepest of dents. Our connection for me held vital importance but apparently not for you. So why don't you just grow up?

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