Hey reddit, I have a pretty intimate confession I'd like to share.

I keep looking for something I can't get. Broken hearts, they're all around me and I don't see an easier way to get out of this. Her diary sits by the bedside table, the curtains are closed, the cat's in the cradle. Who would of thought that a boy like me could come to this. Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight. It must have been something you said.