Round & around & around & around.
We go.
Tell me now.
You know?
Or will we go around again?
This constant circle has no end.
But where did it begin.
Why did it begin?
Was it me , myself and I.
Or was it you?
Should we both just go solo?
Till we die?
Is it so hard not to argue.
Is it because we're not meant to be?
Or are we?
I that maybe why we fight so much.
It's hard to find the perfect love.
Someone who loves you for you.
If you've found your someone...
Hold on to them.
Tightly.
Because you might bever find someone like that again.
Don't do something PERMANENTLY stupid because you're TEMPORARILY angry.
