just to make you jealous of the men she fucked before you met her.......... I wonder if you'll ever get tired of feeling safe, of hiding. i wonder if one day you'll wake up and realize you're brave enough to face the world again. i wonder if it'll be to late then See you so quick to judge and yet we're doing essentially the same thing you and i, only you're going through the motions fooling everyone including yourself into believing everything is great, only this new world you've created for yourself is like a sweatshop where none of the sewing machines have any needles. A guarantee that you wont ever get hurt, but also completly useless and nothing can ever come of it then of course theres me, who in comparison i guess you could say is stuck in the middle of the room full of all those discarded needles i know there all around me so i've given up moving completely.....also just as fruitless

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