Different Strokes for Different Folks

He said he loved me but I guess he doesn't anymore. I say that am okay but yet still am not. I'm fooling myself, my emotions, my heart and my soul over some dirty infested trash bag at the side of the god-forsaken road! All of the energy given to make this reaction worth while but he just stood there like a building. He deserves to be six feet under with a spit to say fuck you and good-bye. But no, am still in love with him and if I have go though hell and back with him.