Take A Deep Breath

It's hard to wake up in the morning.

It's hard to get out of bed and go about my life.

It's hard to breathe.

Then you walk into my life and things slowly start to look brighter. I have a reason to get up in the morning and live.

But all things come to an end, and I'm sure this will too. I'll be come too clingy for you and you'll become annoyed with my whining. You'll start to dislike me and then you'll hate me. It's an inevitable ending for us. My Goddess.