Congratulations, even when you're vacationing coutnless miles away, in a different country, you still manage to piss me off and stab me in the heart. You're just fucking brilliant. You know that?
Maybe I'm overreacting, but I doubt it.
I'm known to be very patient... and tolerant. You can treat me like shit and I doubt I'd care much. But, holy crap, you're the first to put those two to the test and manage to break that limit.
I'm terribly sorry, but... I think I want to beat the fucking shit out of you. Actually, in all honesty, I've been wanting to do that for a while now.
Hmm, I hope this feeling will come to pass the next time I see you because I might just do that.
I never knew how painful liking someone who didn't give a shit was, until now.
"Oh yeah, that's the static that I wanna dance around in
Oh yeah, that's the haze I wanna keep around me
Solitude, it cuts me deep when I don't know just how I'm feeling
If you were there then I would mend and I could better understand that riddle
Red, red, the color that I keep sending to call you out
But I don't know, I don't know...
So, tell me if you're just a vision,
a cloudy mix of hidden meanings
If you appear and disappear then I can never get to know that riddle
Red, red, the color that I keep sending to call you out
But I don't know, I don't know if you are there."
Yours,
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