You think he’s what makes the sun shine, but darling, he’s not. He’s what makes your eyes tear and your cuts bleed. He’s the thoughts in your head that rip you apart and, my God, I know you love him but he’s killing you.
You think he’s what makes the sun shine, but darling, he’s not. He’s what makes your eyes tear and your cuts bleed. He’s the thoughts in your head that rip you apart and, my God, I know you love him but he’s killing you.