I’m not going anywhere- Are the words that were said. I hear you, and I believe you… I really do, and I know its sincere. But deep inside the recesses of that mind of mine, there is some element of doubt. Not because of anything you’ve done, but because of whats happened before. Same words were spoken, and the same promise was broken. And that’s why I don’t believe in promises anyone from anyone except myself. The difference between you and the last person who said that was that I wanted them to go away. Rude? No. Honest? Brutally. The person before that, just broke everything, and I wanted them to stay. Hindsight, said person is a smoldering piece of dog shit and I’m thrilled above all else that they decided to take a long trip up shits creek without a paddle and have seemed to have gotten stuck there. Good riddance you flaming bag of twat-faced monkey shit. Anyway, there is always some sort of lyrical genius who can sum up my thoughts better than I’ve ever been able to myself:

“Said woman take it slow/Things will be just fine/You and I’ll just use a little patience/Said sugar take the time/’Cause the lights are shining bright/You and I’ve got what it takes to make it”

Ghey? Yes. Awesomer? Oh yeah.