Could've Been

Good girls still exist, the one's who men fantasize about are out here, the one's that don't leave you insecure, yeah those exist and I don't know why but I meet them, hurt them and have another, and another and another. It's like a cycle but I fail every time I try to do it right. Maybe I should accept that I am toxic or that I have anger issues sometimes. But I either punish the anger out of my body by working out or by chilling with a female, damn. How do you describe love?