once upon a time, you told me that you loved me too. do you know how long i'd hold out to hear that again?
Forever.
why are you doing this?
Because I can.
i don't like that.
It doesn't matter what you like.
oh, well.. there you go.
Yes, there I go. This is why you act out. This is why you freak out. This is why you throw tantrums, run away - always coming back. This is why I don't get any real alone time anymore. You need me - I'm speaking nothing but truth here, you're the one in denial. So no - it really doesn't matter if you like the truth. You know deep down, in your very soul, your darling darkness, that little freak that isn't so little - that you will never leave. You can't imagine your life without me. You were this little lost thing and I found you, I made you alright with yourself and you know you can't go without now. I own you. Period.
end of discussion?
Obviously.
(i always want it to be you)
