Feel The Promise of My Beating Heart

I'm giving up one thing, and giving into another.
In doing this but I'm scared all over again.
I need to relearn myself, because for every single thing I have discovered, there is another part waiting to be seen, to be ruined, to be hurt.

To a few people:
--Did you have to be that guy? Really? I thought you were better.

--Stop talking to me any kind of way.

--Fuck you.

--And you.

--I love you.

--I should've given up.