Why do I always make the same mistakes even though I know that it'll hurt me in the end?
I'm such a sucker for pain, for punishment.
I womder how much more stabbing this heart can take.
How much more bleeding, how broken can a person ever be?
Can the wounds ever heal completely?
And I dont even know why I bother to try anymore.
Maybe part of me just hopes that one day you'll be different.
That you wouldnt be a close friend now and a complete stranger next.
You held me high and stole my pain ; returned it doubled, and watched me fall. hard.
ABANDON INSTINCT. I WAS
IN A LOOP OF A VISCOUS CIRCLE.
IT WAS A TO HAVE
YOU.