well, you didnt want my help, or my love. i don’t know what to tell you. i’m pretty good at getting well. you didn’t want to. didn’t want to get better, didn’t want me really, no longer wanted s** with me. you can’t spend your life stalking and following someone’s every move when you have no intention of ever being with them. sooner or later the guy in my life would end up beating your a**, when i finally choose right that is.
