The Black Cat and the Lonely Star
There was a black cat who loved a star
He’d gaze at it every night
He’d yearn for its shine from afar
He’d wish he had half its charm and might
There was a star who watched the world
She’d send out a light to all who would cry
She’d wish she was free to sing and twirl
She’d feel so lonely in that endless dark sky
We’re killing time waiting for time to kill us.
“ Do you know what it felt like to watch them die? Right before my eyes? ”
— It hurt so much.
For some reason, most people seem to find it awfully arousing to be treated like shit. That’s why so many girls flock to “bad guys”.