this affection is more like an infection. something that pills cant even fix up. so I'm stuck here standing outside cold and hot as hell at the same time. because I don't get to pick or choose it just dose. I'm still in love with you after a month that we met. I fall head over heals right into a ditch. Its like if I were to do a backflip off the grand canyon without a parachute. it hurts me its killing me that you can't say the same, so let's not be friends. because every fucking time I see a glimse of your face I see something I can never have. it's like love is a parasite that doubles as a paradise but only when you find the right key to unlock the door...you know what. I hate myself to. my heads like a fucked up place. like a broken vase but damaged in the box and no one buys it because they can here the shards move around when they shake it. never opened. never touched. except the box. so cut me some slack, I'm trying really hard here, I promise. I didn't fall in love with you on purpose