A rock feels no pain, and an island never cries.

I spent well over a year living for him, trying to be his stepford girlfriend. I was willing to do fucking ANYTHING to make it work, I even got my old greesy job at Wendy's back so I could budget my money to go visit him in England over Christmas break. But, because I've "changed"
too much, because I made two drunken makeout mistakes (since I've been SINGLE, mind you) he doesn't know if he doesn't want to get back together, and doesn't know if he's going to this summer.

Don't talk of love,

But I've heard the words before;

It's sleeping in my memory.

I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.

If I never loved I never would have cried.

I am a rock, I am an island.