You can tell me not to call. You can tell me you don't want to see me. But I made a promise to you, I gave everything I had to you, and I know that I am not always perfect, not always what you wanted, but I am not backing out on any promises. I'll love you forever.
"And you broke me like the cigarette that I busted on the day I quit..."
She's made me who I want to be. And for the last few days I've never been more scared of anything. A thousand reassurances tell me it's ok, but I worry. I am in love, with someone that I want to be with forever. Fuck the skeptics. They're only the ones who have never met the person that completes them. I love her. I love you. Just never go away.
And I'm wondering, that with everything that's happened if I can still find it within myself to fight for the right thing. What the hell is the right thing? It doesn't matter. If it's right to me, then I'll feel it in my chest in the morning. Few regrets, long nights, three chords, tears, bloody knuckles. That says it all.