I have this notion That humans aren't meant to get close To other humans That people aren't meant to love Other people That hearts aren't made to bond With other hearts
We are but floating bodies Looking for life's purpose Believing in this ridiculous notion That love is real
For love is nothing but empty promises And broken hearts full of sorrow Love leaves nothing but bruises And tears hoping for a better tomorrow
So don't apologize for leaving Apologize you promised to stay Alas I should've known better People always leave anyway
And you tell me I'm cynical You tell me I'm broken You tell me I'm crazy You tell me.... But that doesn't matter does it
It doesn't matter what you do It doesn't matter what you say Because in the end I'm right In the end you'd never stay ...
(The beginning of a long, heartbreaking old letter RH wrote to an old friend. Ironic because the way she poured her heart out in this is the exact way I feel towards her right now and a passive-aggressive part of me hopes she'll see this...Enjoy ~BM)