#tomlor

You and I walk a fragile line, I have known it all this time. But I never thought I'd live to see it break. Stupid girl, I should've known. Maybe I was naive. Maybe it's me and my blind optimism to blame. Maybe I asked for too much and never really had a chance. Or maybe it's you with your switching sides and your wildfire lies. I thought I had you figured out. You told me I was pretty when I looked like a mess, but you didn't mean it baby, I don't think so. And you do what you want because I'm not what you wanted. I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here, and I know that you see what you're doing to me. Tell me why? It could've been easy. You had me in the palm of your hand before you tore it all up and I honestly believed in you. Why do you have to make me feel small so you can feel whole inside? Why'd you have to go and lock me out when I let you in? This is the last straw. I've been picking up the pieces of the mess you made and I don't wanna hurt anymore. I'm sick and tired of your reasons and words: how little they mean when you're a little too late. Band aids don't fix bullet holes. You say sorry just for show. You're looking so innocent I might believe you if I didn't know. You're not sorry. A new notch in your belt is all I'll ever be. It's taken me this long, baby, but I figured you out. Down here from the cold hard ground I see who you are. You're the kind of man who makes me sad. And I'm really gonna miss you picking fights and me falling for it screaming that I'm right and then you'd hide away and find your peace of mind. You never did give a damn thing, honey, but I cried for you. All this time I was wasting hoping you would come around. You're an expert at sorry and keep lines blurry and I've been giving out chances every time. You were all I wanted but not like this. All you do is let me down, all you are is mean and a liar and pathetic. By morning gone was any trace of you and now I'm sitting here thinking it through. I can still see you: this ain't the best view. You can tell me that you're sorry but i don't believe you, baby, like I did before. So watch me strike a match on all my wasted time. As far as I'm concerned you're just another picture to burn. You're in my rear view mirror disappearing now. I take a step back, let you go. It's too late to catch me now.

For the last 2 and-a-half days, everyone (including Swiftie’s) have been talking shit. “How could she do this” “She’s not the person I thought she was” “I used to love Taylor. But now I don’t know”. 1st of all, shut up! We’re Swiftie’s, we want her to be happy. If she’s happy with Tom we need to be happy for her. 2nd, Whether or not Taylor cheated on Adam or if we feel she moved on too quickly, it’s none of our business. Just because we’re her fans doesn’t mean we have the right to stick our noses in her private life. It’s called a “PRIVATE LIFE” for a reason. What went on during the relationship, how it ended and what either of them do after is NONE OF OUR BUSINESS.

Drive Fly out of the city, away from the crowds

“And these are my children!”