I suppose there is just times in your life where your going to walk away knowing you did your best and it just wasn’t good enough. Some men just won’t admit they’e won, they’d rather keep your heart in their head.

I don’t know what kind of girl your Gunna find that’s Gunna cook meals in bed for you, pack hoots for you, bounce that ass hard, and scream your name. And all to never be told shes beautiful.

& when that party stops, 
who’s going to be around to hold your hand?

& when that party stops,
who’s going to be around to hold your hand?