I was the happiest I had ever been, and it wasn’t the drugs. It was you. It was me with you.
The one who you said “I love you” to
I was the happiest I had ever been, and it wasn’t the drugs. It was you. It was me with you.
Never have you even tried to understand how fucked up what you did is, and how fucked up I am because of it.
I genuinely thought you were the love of my life you know, like we were meant to be. You made me feel things I had never felt for anybody before, things that I will never let myself feel for anybody else. You made me feel alive. You made me feel like there was such a thing as happiness. I loved you so fucking much, so fucking deeply, so fucking unconditionally. I could just feel it in my gut, that I wanted to grow old with you. No questions asked, it was you all the way.
And just like glow sticks, we don’t shine until we’ve been broken
It seems we’re always looking for that one thing to make our lives complete.
You and I, we must be fireproof for all the hell we’ve been through