what happens when you lose some pressure?

you're pretty not that it matters cause you know this isn't beauty and the beast shit
(I don't believe in either one)
You don't touch you grip I've noticed this and I know you know that I'm an elitist-
and I just think you're cool!

here:




You know that I would love to see you next year
I hope that I am still alive next year
You magnify the way I think about myself
before you came I rarely thought about myself

you know that I would love to see you in that dress
I hope that I will live to see you undressed
the every day is part of what consumes me
the hate I feel is part of what fuels me

I like to wait to see how things turn out
If you apply some pressure

What happens when you lose everything?
you just start again, you start all over again

I hope that I am still alive next year