Think I don’t hurt?
Think I don’t stay up all night?
Think I don’t fucking hold back?
Do you really think I don’t bite my tongue just enough until i start to bleed and I can hold back, hold back just long enough not to start a fight and not to ruin all the progress i’ve made.
All the pain I’ve been through won’t be for nothing.
All this torture won’t just end up as another regret.
All of these fucking hours I’ve had you running around in my head.
Won’t be for nothing…will they?
No!
They won’t be regrets!
They won’t be.
I won’t let them.
I won’t let you, get away.
