I cant give you rainbows and butterflies.
I'm a holy mess, but you would'nt like me otherwise.
I'm sorry. I can't even give you certainty.
All that I have, is passion and urgency.
This is'nt the movies. Love is'nt always idyllic. It's irrational, confused and sometimes chaotic...
This is'nt teen fiction. It's real, messy, an unhealthy addiction.
I'm sorry that I dont wear my heart on my sleeve. But it's there and it's beating. But you would'nt believe.
Put your head against my chest, I swear you'll get it drumming. But I guess we'll never know since you packed your bags and took off running.
What's it like in the midwest? Was it Kansas or Oklahoma?
I hope you got your spark back.
You left me in a coma.
I'm sorry. I bottle things up, I'm not always vocal.
Believe it or not, you was
my everything, my total.
I'm not as virtuous as you.
I make mistakes, I screw up.
But that's why we clicked like magnets, caught fire and blew up.
I really hope you found your prince charming. I hope he's a saint, patient and not as alarming.
I know you can't hear me. But this much is true. If you gave me a chance.
I'd cut my heart out for you.
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