believe me, believe me
I told someone once,
I can't help but love you
but believe me
I'll never tie you down.

how is it that we manage to give so much of ourselves away, over and over again to people who will take our itty bitty hearts and put it in the grinder, just to see what happens?

C'est la vie.
C'est la fucking vie.

I am lazy to talk about heartfelt rubbish,
byebye