It hurts to let go. Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something or someone the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you, because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it’s so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn’t come back. You’re left so alone that you can’t explain. Damn, there’s nothing like that, is there? I’ve been there and you have too.

Wish I had a clue. C’mon, abuse me more I like it. Well I don’t think you like me, well I hate you as well. No one seems to like you. Wish I couldn’t tell. C’mon, abuse me more I like it. C’mon, keep talking ‘cause it’s true.