Dont fling that at me. Dont drop the L-bomb. It makes it worse. I dont know. I cant deal. Freaking out. Running for the door, once more. Please please don't tell me you love me. There, are you happy now? You've gone and done it. Its okay i don't feel the same. Ok? Ok? No. No its not. Stringing you along. Making it worse. Why won't you let me let you go?
Dance dance, falling apart. Dance dance, misery loves me. Dance dance.