but my hand reached out anyway.
why do i feel wronged when i wronged.
hard and soft at the worst times.
its that time again.
sing me a love song all about hate.
tell me a joke about someone who fell and hurt.
kick me in the shin, punch me in the gut.
why did my mouth say "Yes" when "no" was in my heart?
the whole scenario seems so ironic.
why is it so hard to say those words when they are the title of a song that's on my repeat mode.
ha.
life's funny this way.