When it comes to the end.
Trust the ones that are closest to you but the ones that are closest to me aren't trustworthy. Even as a guest in my home, you should clean up after yourself and not destroy the shit. You want me to live with you, I'm sorry but I can't. I can't trust you not to destroy shit when you're just visiting how can I trust you not to destroy your own shit when we live together? No. I'll stay home. Plan D, now, formally Plan B. Plan A wasn't feasible, Plan C just won't work. If I could I would go back to Plan A. Orlando. Plan A is now two years away and it's driving me mad.
I can't stay here anymore, though. I can't stand playing Mommy to everyone I know here. I can't have YOU popping in and out of my life and falling again and again and again just to find you gone one morning when I wake up. No warnings. In and out. Up and down. Fall in, Fall out.
One day, one day, one day.
I'll never explain.
I can't stay here anymore, though. I can't stand playing Mommy to everyone I know here. I can't have YOU popping in and out of my life and falling again and again and again just to find you gone one morning when I wake up. No warnings. In and out. Up and down. Fall in, Fall out.
One day, one day, one day.
I'll never explain.