Chance The Rapper No Better Blues (feat. The Social Experiment)
Chance The Rapper
No Better Blues (feat. The Social Experiment)

I fuck to hurt, it hurt to date, I hate to date. I fuck to hate, I hate to love, I hate to hate. 

Maybe it’s not the distance, but the realization that’s breaking me. The realization that this is the farthest we can go, so why haven’t I been taking initiative of what I want instead? I was a fool, but I won’t be anymore. If not now, then when? If the lines are blurred, how will I ever see clearly? I’m reckless because of this. This confused relationship between us. I’m tired of being mad, and I’m tired of coming back. I’m just going to accept the fact that all he ever wanted was a fill in his void of loneliness. He never really wanted me, me as a special person to him. He almost always hurt me, and the worst has already happened. He isn’t my coffee shop guy, but instead, a beautiful nightmare.

"And I understand. I understand why people hold hands: I’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying ‘This is mine’. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go."
She was always holding my hand  (via fabulousbitch69)

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