When routine bites hard and ambitions are low… And resentment rides high, but emotions won’t grow… And we’re changing our ways, taking different roads… Then love, love will tear us apart again.
I realized then that I’m probably destined to be a loner for the rest of my life. And that’s fine. I like it better, anyway. Nobody likes me or myself but me and myself, anyway. And I don’t trust ANYBODY in this world!