"Glad that you came, let out all the pain, I'm sorry for your sorrow,"

You were losing your mind. You had to get your mind off of a recent death in your life, losing one of your closest family members. So you had to get ideas.

"Let it go, don't face it,"

You decided to forget about it. You would find a distraction, and you wouldn't have to face any of the problems. You let it go, and signed up to become a stripper. Literally the last that you wanted to be. It could help, right?

"Rage, love, lust, on, fire.."

You were caught in an even more difficult situation. You had been extremely desperate one night, and didn't think about your boyfriend.

"Everybody wants some help, can't help it,"

You had hooked up with another guy. While your boyfriend was in the building. But he didn't know until the next morning when you said it by accident in a hung-over daze. He was pissed now.

"You don't want my love? Fine. This is why I only ever stick around the bitch that are toxic.." He was pissed. Actually, insanely mad. You got onto your knees, and begged him, holding his legs.

"Tell me that you love me..tell me that you love me..forgive for breaking my promise, I'm sorry.."