I wanna hold you when I’m not supposed to
When I’m lying close to someone else
You’re stuck in my head and I can’t get you out of it
If I could do it all again
I know I’d go back to you
Loneliness is a disease. It eats you alive from the inside.
When I see the guy I hooked up with around, while blatantly being ignored (in addition to by basically everyone I cared about/ was friends with here), it hurts. It feels like I’m a leper. I kind of am.
No, he’s not the one I’d go back to, but that bridge is burned, just like everything else I touch.
And I gotta convince myself I don’t want it
Even though I do