My best intentions, it seems, are getting me nowhere.
I wonder where you are, what you're doing right now.
I wonder if I've crossed your mind tonight.
You've been back & forth on mine.
That's nothing new.
I really wish it were easier to believe the things you say.
I wish it were easy to simply walk away.
A wise man once said,  "Self harm is pretty much the definition of love."
I constantly find myself racking my brain for a logical reason to stay.
Love isn't logical, though.
So I'll keep torturing myself until something comes along to make me quit.
Because, as a wise young man once said,
Self harm is pretty much the definition of love.