I said I wouldn’t get attached to him, I guess because of the fear. The fear of getting my heart broken.
I hate it how someone can make you so so happy but also so so sad
You don’t know it but everything I do, I do for you.
When I’m buying something I think, would he like this?
When I’m lying in bed, I leave room for you.
When I’m out and see another guy; nothing compares to you.
Nothing, compares to you.
There’s no such thing as mystery or adventure anymore, and I think that’s pretty sad.
life is to be lived, not controlled