Vi bråkade igår igen. Haha, fy fuck, jag kan inte ens skriva om det utan att börja gråta. FAN!Fan ta honom!Why can't only things be like they were? It’s not the same when I no long can speak to him.I may be changed but so have he, it’s like we're prisoners and we just can’t get freeI see his eyes the same old eyes, but then he breaks me down and makes our feelings dieI got a life on my own, I have to be on my own sometimesI have to stand on my own two feet’s and I know I treat him goodBut why do we always fight?I can’t look at you, I can’t be with you tonight.And I know that this ain't rightBecause I love you so but I have to go alone