Everyone fucks you up but no one’s willing to pick up the pieces, that’s what you always told me. But I want to pick up the pieces… You just didn’t want me to. But I didn’t care, I still picked them up. Even though I got cut, it didn’t matter. I love you and you’re worth any amount of pain. These cuts… They’re nothing but a scratch. And fuck everyone else, they looked at you and left. I looked at you and saw your heart and I fell in love. You don’t need them and maybe you don’t need me either… But I know that I need you.