brain: ✔️read 7:26pm

me: sorry i dont have tumblr

what she means: i was fine... with the men, who would come into her life now and again. i was fine because i knew they didnt really matter, until you. i was fine when you came and we fought like it was some silly game. over her, who'd she choose. after all those years i never thought i'd lose... it's over, isn't it? isn't it? isn't it over? It's over, isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it over? You won, and she chose you, and she loved you, and she's gone. it's over, isn't it, why can't i move on? War and glory, reinvention. Fusion, freedom, her attention. Out in daylight, my potential, bold, precise, experimental. Who am I in this world without her!? Petty and dull with the nerve to doubt her! What does it matter, it's already done, now I've got to be there for her son. It's over, isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it over? It's over, isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it over? You WON and she CHOSE YOU, and she LOVED YOU and she's GOOOOONE. it's over, isn't it, why can't i move on? it's over, isn't it, why can't i move on?