u know hes a bad person right
                                                                            He isn't when he's with me
u know hes talking to other people right
                                                                      He doesn't when he's with me
y r u w him anyway
                                                                                       Because he loves me
u know thats not true right
                                                                                                               I know
so y
                                                         Because it feels nicer than being alone

The rose is a rose,
And was always a rose.
But the theory now goes
That the apple’s a rose,
And the pear is, and so’s
The plum, I suppose.
The dear only knows
What will next prove a rose.
You, of course, are a rose—
But were always a rose.

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.

I see the way he looks at her.
Like she’s the best thing that ever happened to him.
But I see the way she looks at him.
With fear in her eyes, scared that he could walk out of her life forever any minute.
I know that look.
When you’re afraid to lose someone that you love.
But if only she saw the way he looked at her.
Like losing her would mean he lost his whole world.