Why do we have to be this way
I really can be my worst enemy sometimes and it kills me inside. How is it possible to fuck stuff up so badly when thats really all I want. There is a lonely fucking road and I keep moving back to it. Sometimes it's just good to be held, and that right there fucks up everything. a quick fix is never the best, it's just so hard waiting for things. But this is not a fairy tale, there is no happy ending. The girl gets away and the boy is left with a broken hour glass.