I hate how much I need you. I hate the fact that no matter what happens I won't ever fucking be able to get away. My heart won't let me leave. Even though I know exactly how this shit ends and I know exactly what's gonna fucking happen, I'm willing to out myself through it AGAIN. Well not me. My heart. My heart is to full of love for you and God damn it it won't let go of you. But it's alright. My sunshine was given to you. So now, I'm the rainy day, and your my sunny and 75. I hate it, but that's how it is.
