We talk endlessly about our future plans.

Regrets can be so sour.

Some people live dangerously.

A poem of that feeling of oppression where there seems to be a dark cloud hovering over you.

You ultimately view our relationship in a negative way.

Nothing is worth getting wound up over.

I will not go quietly.

Noone is going to hang around for a doomed love.

You always get the best of me.

As the most advanced species, we have more room for error.