And what if I told you it was going to be different. What if I told you things would change. What if I told you life would be good. What if I told you the feeling would be so great that nothing
else in the world would matter. And what if I told you that I would be different. And what if I told you I would change. And what if I told you that our lives would be good. What if I told you that
nothing else in the world would matter but our love?
Remember now, as you feel lower than low. When you feel like your soul has been ripped out of it's body. Remember this feeling the next time he asks you to think about the possibilities, the dreams, the hope. All shattered, pieces on the floor, like you soul. Remember this feeling the next time you get excited to see he's calling you back. Remember this feeling the next time your hopes and dreams resurface. Don't let them get broken, like glass, like you soul was the last time.
I couldn't sell you this feeling if it was free. So why do you keep going back, believing that things will be different, that things will change? Remember how you're feeling right now, this moment. Bottle it up and keep it safe so that the next time he reappears you can open that bottle up and breathe in the feelings, the memories, and remember why it's not good to cave in to him.
Things will not be different. Things will not change. Everything else in the world will matter because the person sitting right in front of you doesn't respect you for who you are. Doesn't respect you for what you have to offer. Doesn't respect you for who you are.
You are you. You can't change who you are. You can't change your reactions, especially if they aren't coming from a bad place. If the interpretation of your reactions, of who you are fundamentally are wrong, and the other person refuses to see that then there is nothing more you can do because you are who are. You are you.
Bottle this feeling up and keep it safe. Keep it next to your heart. Your heart, your precious little heart can't keep going through this. Your heart is a beautiful thing and inside your heart is your soul. Your heart keeps your soul safe. If the heart is damaged, the soul will ache. Bottle this feeling up and keep it safe so that your soul will not ache. Not again.
I couldn't sell you this feeling for free. Then why do you keep going back? Why don't you treat him like the drug that he is and kick that habit? You wouldn't buy this feeling. So why do you keep going back? Do you like to feel low? Do you like the feeling of your heart being damaged? Do you like the feeling when your soul aches? I couldn't sell you this feeling for free...
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