There will always be this scar from my past.
Walking through life as if on broken glass.
My heart is empty, but with despair.
I wonder what would happen if you were there.
But instead of living I sit here and cry.
Wondering why I didn't even bother to try.
“I feel like men are more romantic than women. When we get married we marry, like, one girl, ‘cause we’re resistant the whole way until we meet one girl and we think I’d be an idiot if I didn’t marry this girl she’s so great. But it seems like girls get to a place where they just kinda pick the best option… ‘Oh he’s got a good job.’ I mean they spend their whole life looking for Prince Charming and then they marry the guy who’s got a good job and is gonna stick around.”