Witnessing my own sadness was the objective best friend I needed.
It’s done and I’m sad, but fine. Some say it’s not love. I say it’s savage.
Believe me, it’s sad. But my heart breaks less these days because I’m wiser.
Maybe you’re used to saying goodbye. Maybe I’m used to being sad.
Frank Ocean sang all of our songs. He still does it for me. Too bad you don’t.