another night
he's promising her the world, he's promising her a perfect change in every way, he's buttering up to her for some unknown reason. no motive, no drive to hurt; he simply lets the wonder echo in his words, and assume that those echos are enough.
they say that they are meant for each other, that love without them together is hopeless. they are foundation, she was made for him just as he was made for her. he was made to hurt her and she was made to come straight back. what perfection.
when will it stop? i'll go to bed in tears knowing he's back laughing with his friends, i'll wake up in tears when i find i've let myself get my hopes up. i'll cry in fear of what is to come.
i'm home again.
they say that they are meant for each other, that love without them together is hopeless. they are foundation, she was made for him just as he was made for her. he was made to hurt her and she was made to come straight back. what perfection.
when will it stop? i'll go to bed in tears knowing he's back laughing with his friends, i'll wake up in tears when i find i've let myself get my hopes up. i'll cry in fear of what is to come.
i'm home again.