I feel like its a spiral with you. Depending on the wind's direction, it goes upward, sometimes downward. You give me so much high, and then you drop me. Or maybe it's just me? How many times have I felt this way...
But right now, with my face buried in my hands, I think about all those years, and all those times, and I am happy.
How do you feel so fulfilled and so empty at the same time?
"Just don't give too much."
"I'm trying but when he's in front of me, I cut myself open and bleed for him. I bleed all the love."
That sounds like a song. Doesn't make it any less true.