All is fair in love and war.
You have your gifts some say they’re poor.
But I don’t care about any of that anymore.
Let us depart and return when we have grown some more.
I wish I could say that I’ve seen this before.
The depth of the bottom the taste of the floor.
It leaves me restless and tired and sore.
But you won’t break my mind just yet.
dat feel when one of your pictures has 7,000 notes and I only have 260 followers :(