I’m tired of never being good enough for you or anyone. All I do is try with you and I get shot down everytime. You’re always leading me on, thinking it will be different or that maybe it can work out and I get my hopes up but then you go and tear me apart piece by piece, untill there’s nothing left of me. And the pathetic thing is, even after you do that to me, if you tried to persuade me with your sweet words and cute voice, I would actually try again with you, knowing the end result. You’re like a weed and you tangled your vines around my ribcage and you’re holding my heart captive, you leave it vunerable and craving your attention, the stupid thing is, I let you.