it hurts but you’re still breathing you’re still here after all the endless trembler walks baggaged full of heavy, warring wears for He trusts that inner gut of yours that you’re still able to feed your goddamn soul with a much, much brighter flame
One day you’ll look back. And on that day You’ll regret everything you’ve ever Said or done To me. You’ll regret being the man That broke my heart Harder than I thought possible. Maybe I didn’t think it was possible, Because out of all the stories I’ve ever read, It was always the boy who broke the girl. Not the dad.