I'm not looking for love between my sheets, because love is known to wear and tear. Just a checkmark on the months and weeks, and I don't care, if you don't care.

The "problem with you" speech you gave me was fine. I liked the theories about my little stage and I swore I was listening but I started drifting around the part about me acting my age.

Fall in love, every other day, then out of love into space. Oh, the worlds that I create.. but im learning my lesson all the time, learnt from all the crimes, and from all your lies.

I don't know why, I don't know how. I thought I loved you, but I'm not sure now. I've seen you look at strangers too many times

I'm sorry about the attitude I need to give when I'm with you but no one else would take this shit from me.

I like flaws; I think they make things interesting.

You grab my attention when you walk into the room. It could be midnight and I'm still thinking of you. I cannot control the feelings you got me going through. I want to be yours but, that's up to you.

I hope this terrifies you. A moral suicide which burns inside you and it never lets you out until you realise you're knee deep, or buried alive in lies.

You can't play me. you must have me mistaken for that biitch you were dating.

So impressed with your wallet size, she'll overlook your hollow eyes, but I'm the one who gets to hear her cry on the phone.