My heart strings are starting to fray. My stomach is filled with butterflies and what may or may not be vomit. You are the soul cause of this and I hate that because somehow I should block all feelings. I should wear one of those protective medieval armors and not let anyone through. Feelings are unintentional and compulsive. Maybe I just should not feel at all. Catch myself before I fall. Get my shit together and then worry about these things. Ugh, if only life worked that way.
Black & Gold - Sam Sparro
