Let go, hold on.

Rant. RantRantRant. RantRantRantRantRant. That's all this is. A RANT.

Why? Why the hell can't you see?
I f*****g love you, I don't care what you think.

I don't care what they think, either.

I don't care what he thinks, he can bugger off.

Yes, he's nice, but it's all lies behind the smiles.

And, please.

Don't give me any more of the fake rant.

I know he's not fake in your eyes.

 

Them and their looks, them and their comments.

 

You and your looks, you and your comments.

 

We're both to blame here.

 

You should've held on. I should've let go.

 

Why'd it all go wrong?