To which I might add- It’s true that you are anything far from perfect. I’ll take what I can get only knowing I’m lucky enough to get anything from you. The beating, the bruises, the heart and the ache- those lonely days that were only empty because you couldn’t careless while I just felt more. And if all those things you said were lies then I’ll take just one last sorry line just to avoid the inevitable truth. It’s true you won, I’ll just be cast to your trophy case and you can show me off only when you need that reassurance you had me once. But this silence kills just for today. It’s getting louder in my head with every hour that we lose. I’m sick and tired, and tired of being sick of you. If I’m not worth the time, then just say what you mean and dont treat me like I’m nothing. The only thing funny is that you treat me like a joke, and at the end of the day I can only laugh because I put myself here. The girl takes the grip and when she gets bored, the boy is still stuck on this rope as she goes away.