Oh no, there it goes. Three years?
No, nothing. Obviously.
I'm too kind to let you just go, no no..
Far too kind, so I stay and intrude on your pitiful little life to make sure you--
my beloved fucking ass-hole,
--are okay.
For what? Piece of mind? God I hope not.
Now I sit here and bury my love away because my attempt to better myself cost me my happiness and I'm wondering around like a whore trying to find love.
But I wont, I will not find it anywhere. Why?
Well, you see, my love is wondering around hundreds of miles away doing the exact same thing.
and my dear,
you might as well give up, because you're looking up while I'm down here.
