It's all coming down again.I've seen this happen before.
They'll call you 'bitch,' and me, 'the faggot.'
I say, 'I'm ok, but what about you?' As we're
going for a walk. A million thoughts before
the night is over, like, 'I don't think I can
see you anymore,' but I stop and then I
choke. I get in the car and then the night is
over.
'What if I said, yeah'? Would anything be different?'
One more time, how can you say that you love me?
Because here I am, another notch on your fucking
belt.
I say, 'I'm ok, but what about you?' As we're going for
a walk. A million thoughts before the night is
over, like, 'I don't think I can see you anymore.'
But I stop and then I choke. I get in the car
and then the night is over.
If I'm ok, and you're ok, what's the difference
if the night is over?