I can’t stand it to think my life is going so fast and I’m not really living it.
He liked her with long hair so she cut it short.
…so I told him how I really felt. I want to be wanted, not a convenience. And he didn’t fight for me, so now its over…
Are we so desperate for companionship that we’ll compromise our happiness? Are we afraid to go after what we really deserve? And why don’t we realize this until it’s too late?