There will be times in one's life
In which people they love enter.
People they love, beyond their own heart and soul.
People they love, people they would choose over their lives.
And these same people will break our hearts.
These same people will be the ones who don't give a shit when things get rough.
So those words?
Those sweet, sweet words they give you?
The way their touch makes you feel warm and complete inside?
Those are treacherous gestures.
Nobody is going to love you
The way you want them to.
