endless devotion.

dear someone;

sorry i’ve been avoiding you. i know it doesn’t even bother you, but if i try to move on with whatever we've had (or didn’t have), i don’t have an idea abt what it’ll do to me. it’s better this way, really. nothing’s going to be in my way anymore.

i just hope you don’t go popping into my head again the way you did last time. its wrecking my neck pulses, you know.

What can you do when you’re good isn’t good enough

And all that you touched are most down

Cause my best intentions keep making a mess of things

I just wanna fix it somehow

But how many times will it take

But how many times will it take for me to get it right?