As I was fighting for you, I
realized I was
fighting to be lied to; fighting to be taken for
granted; fighting to be dissappointed; fighting
to be hurt again.. So I started fighting to let
go.
In real life, boy's
don't come running back
in the middle of the night. In real life,
boys don't sneak through your
window. They just leave
and never say another word to you, again.