Try to break me down, shut me in, your so called love is wearing thin.

I just don't want to be disposable to you. I don't ask for much, I won't ask for much.
But I don't want to be kept in the dark. Don't mess with me. I've had enough of that in life. You either like me or you don't. Don't mess with me.

London looks so sad today.

I guess I just feel stuck. Stuck right in the middle of wanting to settle down, and wanting to keep living the single life, because that's all I know how to be. I don't know how to settle down.

Unrequited love, you'll always have the best of me.

I'll elaborate when I am not dead tired.

Darlin', if you're wondering, here's your answer: yes, I like you, I don't love you, I can't love you... yet.

I'm pretty sure the title says enough. I don't feel like elaborating on anything I'm thinking or feeling at the moment.
:)