Nothing about love lasts forever.
So I lay here, smoking a blunt, asking myself: Chyna, does your heart ha.
I promised myself after Tyriek that I would never let love in again, but here that son of a bitch is banging on my heart\'s door trying to push its way in.
The four, pink walls that shield my heart are made of steel.
I can\'t allow that type of energy in my life.
It\'s dark and messy as hell.
The shit hurts.
I\'m no longer the same girl that looks at love like it\'s rainbows and cotton candy.
Nothing about love lasts forever