You play the headstrings as if they were a harp.
Dont you tell me any different.
So cut the drama.
Well shed no tears for you.
You are nothing in the grand scheme of things.
Catch and release.
But I want to take you down to where the greatest beasts get butterflies.
I think you should go back to where you came from.
Youre fucking things up.
Youre not wanted here.
You are losing your appeal just as fast as rumors fly.