3 blocks from hell.
i walk alone. on the strangest road. i've got love in my veins now and i don't wanna let it go. madly in love but it's never to be shown. i was called to fix a situation, but now his heart is my home. i couldn't explain it if you paid me. the souls have intertwined. add that with a touch of destiny and everything else gets left behind. and not on purpose, just cuz we have addictive minds. i don't want to hurt anybody, in fact quite the opposite. but i'm finally happy and i don't want to quit. and he's finally happy and he'll fight for it. what's so terrible about that? why must it cause a scene? just because everyone is in love, and happy, and the fuckin house is clean? this could be a dream situation, if we'd all just open our eyes. fuck man, i can't help it if i feel butterflies. it's all good on paper, it's so great in theory. there's just one piece left to the puzzle but it's eyes are too weary. too weary to notice, too weary to care, too bleary to understand selfishness lives there.
suck it up and be happy for me.
suck it up and be happy for me.