Hey, boyfriend.
I’ll be okay even if you’re not holding my hand through all my issues.
In the end, I’m still the one that is the most independent.
I know what I want, I don’t need help.
So why do I feel like I can’t go forward?
Like I’m naked and bare.
I’m alone when I walk this road.
Screw walking one step at a time.
I’m fucking running this shit.