It's never ever gonna be ok.
So leave me now before I make you cry.
I thought I could handle it but ever since I told you it could possibly not work I feel like as I can I have to ruin it.
It's not your fault you've been perfect and patient and cute and even sexual enough.
This is just, you know, I'm stuck.
All I need is loneliness. Emptyness. And solitude.
I hate what you mean to me and I hate what I mean to you.
I hate thinking about how I have to behave not to hurt you.
I hate thinking about other people.
I hate you being nice and I hate conssidering that one day you might stop to be.
But right now there is this crap song on the radio which reminds me how strongly I believed in you and I guess someday you will find me caught beneath the landslide.
