I needed to hate someone and youโre the one I love the most, so it fell on you.
How can it be so unclear to her when it's like the fingers on my hand to me?
If I stay. If I live. It's up to me.
You just work through it. You just hang in there.
I'm so tired of missing things I don't have.
If you can't trust me with a choice, how can you trust me with a child?