Paper

Fuck you all for using my life as a waste of time trash can for all your dirty thoughts, emotions, and opinions. Do I look like I give a shit? I'm editor-in-chief of a paper, not your fucking therapist. You can't force me into doing things. You can't force me into training people. Fix your own problems and stop messing with MY LIFE.

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What If

Ingrid can say it all so well. I am giving up on the "What if?"

"What if we stop having a ball?
What if the paint chips from the wall?
What if there's always cups in the sink?
What if I'm not what you think I am?

What if I fall further than you?
What if you dream of somebody new?
What if I never let you win, chase you with a rolling pin?
Well what if I do?

I am giving up on making passes and
I am giving up on half empty glassess and
I am giving up on greener grasses.
I am giving up.

What if our baby comes home after nine?
What it your eyes close before mine?
What if you lose yourself sometimes? Then I'll be the one to find you
Safe in my heart.

I am giving up on making passes and
I am giving up on half empty glassess and
I am giving up on greener grasses.
I am giving up.

I am giving up.
I am giving up.
I am giving up on greener grasses.

I am giving up for you.
I am giving up for you.
I am giving up."

SHIT

It kicks so hard, it breaks your bones
It cuts so deep, it hits your soul
Tears your skin, and makes your blood flow
It's better that we know that love is hard

What will I do without you here Daddy? I feel like sometimes I need you more than you need me.