Here iam RAw and bare. starving for the truth. and will do anything and everything to show you you,. this isnt a love story and im with you. im not in love or intoxicated with you. but there is a dream i have. no matter the case. i still like to pretend i have it all. and when you kiss me. i know still know its not true.* i will cry over a million tears. id travel the world just for you. ANd when once i stopped and had nowhere else to go. id go back again. and travel just to have you understand me.

You have me hanging by a string, my moma told me im a fool and stop and you dont need to be bold. Yet here i hold with my fistgripping onto nothing, my knuckles are white and pink. and you go away after awhile. but you see i hold on to the string that controls your movements.