I'm not mad, I just want us to be better, It feels right when we're together, okay. I’m not mad, I just cover up my temper. You're supposed to love me better, baby. So put me in a body bag.
An observation:
Where there is fear, there is attachment.
Where there is attachment, there are expectations.
Where there are expectations, there is disappointment.
Where there is disappointment, there is pain.
Where there is pain, there is fear.
A cycle of suffering.