My old man is a bad man but
I can't deny the way he holds my hand
And he grabs me, he has me by my heart
----------------------------------------------------
please ots, please stop. i cant takethis. uni is perfect. hes perfect and im so happy with him and im moving on and so happy and he cares so much and he makes me feel magical and then you step in and what are you doing? you have your girlfriend, and no i dont like her but you two together are good and i cant be with you even if she didn't exist because of j and m and r and are you just messing with me? you joke about wanting to kiss me and make out and you massage me and touch my hand and hold me and i used to indulge in it but now im with uni and i cant but you keep moving on me and you hit me and choke me and i feel insane but i love how you hurt me, not the emotional urt, when your hand was around my neck and you bent your thumb to press down on my windpipe i wanted you to kill me. it wouldve made me happy. we sit close in the dark of the auditorium and lean against each other, you feed me things and give me music and give me clothes and i cant tell if you might be trying to get with me or just messing with me. who are you, what are we? im sick of who i am when im around you but i love being with you just the same and i cant i need to move on why are you making this so difficult?
do you...like me how i like you?
it doesnt matter to me anymore...
thats a lie...it matters a ton. i just couldnt do anything anyway
I can't deny the way he holds my hand
And he grabs me, he has me by my heart
----------------------------------------------------
please ots, please stop. i cant takethis. uni is perfect. hes perfect and im so happy with him and im moving on and so happy and he cares so much and he makes me feel magical and then you step in and what are you doing? you have your girlfriend, and no i dont like her but you two together are good and i cant be with you even if she didn't exist because of j and m and r and are you just messing with me? you joke about wanting to kiss me and make out and you massage me and touch my hand and hold me and i used to indulge in it but now im with uni and i cant but you keep moving on me and you hit me and choke me and i feel insane but i love how you hurt me, not the emotional urt, when your hand was around my neck and you bent your thumb to press down on my windpipe i wanted you to kill me. it wouldve made me happy. we sit close in the dark of the auditorium and lean against each other, you feed me things and give me music and give me clothes and i cant tell if you might be trying to get with me or just messing with me. who are you, what are we? im sick of who i am when im around you but i love being with you just the same and i cant i need to move on why are you making this so difficult?
do you...like me how i like you?
it doesnt matter to me anymore...
thats a lie...it matters a ton. i just couldnt do anything anyway
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