manifesting I become so emotionally detached I can have sex with you without hating myself. that is your curse and this is my destiny.
he loves me, i love him not
i love him, he loves me not
he loves me, he kiss me lots
i love him, i fuck him lots
he hurts me, i cry a lot
i hurt him, we fight a lot
he hates me, forgives-me-not
i hate him, forgive-him-not
he miss me, I miss him not
i miss him, he miss me lots
he calls me, we talk a lot
i tell him, "we better not"
he loves me, i love him lots
we say "bye, forget-me-not"
i want him to want me even though i dont want him.
but then wanting him to want me, makes me want him.
but then when i want him, he doesnt want me.
but even though he doesnt want me, he still wants me to want him.
but when he doesnt want me, i stop wanting him.
but i still want him to want me, even though i dont want him
you carrid my bags while I packed all of yours.
you were my fifth, sixth, eigth, heart break.
i was the first and the last.
i really hope i like you just as much as i like the idea of you in my head.
i really hope you can fuck as good as you can in my head.
i really hope you're nice to me and you get me the same flowers you got me in my head.
i really hope i still like you when i'm not ovulating.
does the idea of me in your head always make you smile? does she always know what to say?
is she happy? is she sad? is she sexy even when she's bleeding?