epitomeoftrashy:

It’s like you’re the swing set and I’m the kid that falls. It’s like the way we fight, the times I’ve cried, we come to blows. And every night the passion’s there, so it’s gotta be right, right? No I don’t believe you, when you say don’t come around here no more. I won’t remind you, you said we wouldn’t be apart. No, I don’t believe you, when you say you don’t need me anymore. So don’t pretend to not love me at all..