We discovered that Pop Rock's and Coke won't kill you.

He's mine, but I will never feel like he belongs to me.

This Love will be the death of me, although I know I will never fully understand it.

Find myself, laying in his dirty sheets.

Trying to ignore the bullshit my friends are saying about how I'm too good for him.

I know he is pulling me down, but I don't mind this time.

I'm drowning slowly, and it's beautiful.

This is pure happiness.

I'll make sure I'll be prepared when the heartbreak comes.