when you're done, I won't care. It's better to be used by you than not having you at all. There are no feelings left so it's okay. It's not like I could make room right now. It's not like I feel anything or actually care. I just wanna see how it feels to feel. Whatever I was supposed to feel and I didn't. So break me, use me. You left these traces, who would've guessed? I think I missed taking the wrong decisions. Because this is what I decided: make 100 more mistakes when it comes about you. It's still a way of controlling your own life, don't you think?
When you want someone and you don't care about the end result. I'll enjoy it, I promise. I just don't wanna refocus, I don't wanna make room. I'm stubborn, so stubborn, no suprise here. I still wonder what the hell happened.
It's either you and us sharing something undefined or nobody else. Not now. I don't wanna make room and nobody's willing to fight for it anyway. So let's just go ahead with this undefined whatever and enjoy it.