• I could sit here and cry and act like it'd make a difference

    Or I could grow up and look outside
    In a world where everything's broken
    A broken heart isn't much.
    Help me, Mr. President
    I need a bailout from all this hurt that's sinking my ship.
    Call it a national disaster
    Call it a tragedy
    Or call it poetic justice

    Because I was never supposed to love him in the first place.