You.

Stop fuckin telling me what you think is good for me

My whole entire life has been filled with this insanity

Maybe when i was little, maybe then I kinda needed it

Now that I’m an adult Let’s not even think of it

FUCK

The things that I was feeling were all completely new to me

but this, now this..... what were you trying to do to me?

I admit that a i was nervous, I was anxious, and I wanted you

To see inside your heart that what I was could be good with you

But now

We’re alone

And apart

Because of you.

You.

But now

We’re alone

And apart

Because of you

Is that really fair of me to think?

Am I really looking at this honestly?

It’s in me, I need to see

This isn’t something that was promised me

Why do I feel

Like life owes me something

Like I’ve been working towards it for forever

And because I have been waiting

I deserve more from this endeavor

But I’m wrong, and now I know

That life doesn’t owe me anything

And ’cause my heart’s on my sleeve

That doesn’t make it that appealing

It’s hard to see

That the happy ending is in your mind

And not the people around you

And that expectations equal disappointment

Because no one owes you anything