i hope that someone still loves you when my head starts spinning in circles strong as a tornado and my feet start stomping making splashing in the muddy mess. because i can never love (i always love. i love everyone. everything). i'll scream and kick and run and cry and feel trapped inside of my own body because that's the only place to feel safe (while not feeling safe at all). i'll hide myself inside of myself. inside of parts of the city youll rarely roam again. i'll still love you when i don't love you. is loving from an undercover secret distance hide-out better than no love at all? of course some other girl will love you. we all do. maybe you'll fall in love with her.