realistically cynical

SINCE WHEN.

we cannot have dinner because i know what i want. and it’s not you. IF YOU CANNOT ACCEPT MY FLAWS THEN YOU DON’T DESERVE ME AT MY BEST. i’ll never talk again/never write again/sing along. i guess. so long to you.

So baby raise a glass to mend

All the broken hearts

Of all my wrecked up friends
but i didn’t give two damns. with my focus on the goal, the only thing on my mind is to run towards it. why do you expect total conformity? this, shows us clearly we belong to two different worlds. sweetheart, find someone you can change. i’m sorry i’m not the one. perhaps the case of wrong identity.

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