banging like a speaker box.

It's amazing how I stick around through the crap you pull at me, it's mind boggling how you say sorry and my knees buckle and I get weaker, giving in to you, every single time. I hate the break ups but I look forward to the make ups. It's sickening to have recognize you for so long, I could predict the times you're not treating me right, break up with you and fall back into you. FML.