If you could say the same for me, we wouldn’t be going through this everyfuckingtime.
Its like we’ve hit rock bottom and there’s nothing left for me to give, nothing left for you to take.
You don’t try, but you expect me to try.
You don’t change, but you expect me to change.
I put you first, you put me somewhere only when it matters.
Is this what we’ve come to?
Is this how we’ve made each other to be?