And getting her hopes up is like a high now… and she’s addicted to that shit. She’s feening for a love she’s never had.. ain’t that some shit? Temperately love, can never get enough.. Inside she secretly hates these niggas, she’s tired of the games, tired of the strain, tired of the pain. She cries at night hoping for a change. Prince Charming always turns out to be no fucking saint and to her every guy is looking quite the same. Her guard is up and she might miss the very next train. She knows she deserves it, but her heart is far too broken.