cause if you really did, you wouldn't have done/said those fucking shit into my face. you knew which button to press to fuck me up. admit it. you knew and you still dived straight in and pressed it. you seriously don't see the consequences do you. oh wait, there isn't. cause you know i'd just swallow it done. swallow my fucking pride for your fucking shitface. i don't even know why i do it. do you? enlighten me please.
cause everytime i wait for you to turn around, knowing i'd see percepted perfection amongst the thousand flaws that crawls.
Sometimes it's black sometimes it's white sometimes he's wrong sometimes i'm right sometimes we talk about it or we figure it out but then he just changed his mind
sometimes he's hot sometimes im cold sometimes my head wants to explode
But when i think about it im so in love with him
Every other time
