"Fucking up my mental when I think about you, in my room plotting how to start reaching out to you. Cause at first the situation had me deep in doubt, but the beauty evened out the beast and I can’t be without love. It’s by far the most dangerous subject to touch yet we actin’ like its lust, yea right, will lust have you up at 5 writing a text trying to get a thought up off of your chest"
"But we decide to wait for happier tomorrows and find someone so they can be distractions from our sorrows. But my distractions the books of paper that I scrawl in, I’m eloquent as summer breeze and leaves that have just fallen. I’ve crawled in a corner hoping all of this will end, with the knowledge that love is just another word for revenge. I who have nothing but the comfort of my sins, I who have nothing but the comfort of my friends."