How long does it take for you to digest your words until they are a pile of shit you kept telling your self you’ll do?
and how long will it take you to realize that I’m not near the one for you? that you settled with me because I could love you?
and how many times will someone have to yell at you to tell you that you are solely responsible for yourself and no one is willing to pick you up because you smell a lot like shit?
How long will I keep playing with your hair as you complain about everything wrong in your life, including me?