I'm not sure I'll ever get over you. I am so sure that I have, and then bam. I see you, I am caught so off guard, I stumble over words and turn into a little girl.
As an afterthought, I really am.
God...I want to be over this, over you.
I know. I know what my life has in store. I cannot and do not need this, it is not apart of the plan. Its frustrating as hell.
I'm sick of this. I know what has to happen why don't I just quit fucking around...