You got me love sick. You got me reminiscing of all the good times. It's amazing how much you can be hurt by someone; yet somehow, still continue to care for them. It's torture-- this feeling.
But you taught me something:
Don't live on what if. Take a swing. One, two, three. Strike out? Continue playing the game. Never get your hopes up or the harder your hopes will fall.
But I guess it's inevitable. We're all human. We all lust for love.
Want to avoid the pain?
Listen to your heart and not your dick. Feel me.
