6 May 2012
~ by Five Finger Death Punch
In the end we're all just chalk lines on the concrete, drawn only to be washed away. For the time that I've been given, I am what I am.
I'd rather hate you for everything you are, than ever love you for something you are not.
I'd rather you hate me for everything I am, than have you love me for something that I can't.
Never Enough • Opuss № I