I spend my night thinking of what it would be like to be with you.
The constant thought of my life deteriorating while loving you.
And I think at night if I would be happy to throw my life away to spend my time with you.
I spend my summers working late hours and my winters at school.
While you run along and think everyone is a fool.
If I was raised to be a rebel, would I be happy and fulfilled?
Or would my life be a constant bad time looking for another pill?
I'm not saying my life is perfect.
And I'm not saying my life would be perfect with you.
I'm also not saying that your life would be better with me.
I'm just saying that maybe we could have a lovely toxic relationship.