We want the bad, the dangerous and everything that has the ability to kill us.
In and out of happiness. But you lose some, you win some.
Blame yourself, but maybe it’s just me? You could have seen the series of events and understood it, or at least listen to me. But you couldn’t and so now that I’ve finally put my mind to it, you’ll be blaming yourself. You should have also known, your cries are nothing now. Losing you isn’t the most of my worries.