I'M Sticking To My Story
What do you mean you’ve been around assholes long enough to pick out the sweet ones?
There’s no way in hell you know what I’m talking about.
You’ve never felt this way, or maybe you thought you did.
I can’t help the guys you dated, but you can’t sit here and judge the one I like.
Yours were assholes.
Mine’s just confused.
He can’t help what he’s feeling.
He can’t help feeling afraid.
I’m not going to press him.
You go ahead and think what you want, but I’m sticking to my story.
I can’t have you trying to tell me what to do when you’ve never been with a guy for more
than three months.
Does that make you an expert?
I don’t think so.
Whatever, girl.
Think what you want, but I’m sticking to my story.
How many times have you been with a guy that called you beautiful?
How many times have you cared enough about another human that you were willing to let
go?
How many times have you sat back and watched that same person flirt endlessly with
countless girls while you have no power whatsoever?
You don’t know how I feel.
Think what you want, but I’m sticking to my story
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