Your knife, my back My gun, your head.
This scary feeling you get when you’re relapsing and it’s getting worse than ever before…
Is it wrong?
Is it wrong for me to hate the thought of falling in love?
Is it wrong for me to just want to be friends with benefits?
Is it wrong for me to have my own opinion on relationships/love?
Is it wrong for me to protect myself from getting hurt and played?
Tell me. Is it wrong to look out for myself?
