theory by Hayley & Katy

Falling in love is like falling down a well.

I guess a well of nice stuff on the way down.

Because it's nice, it's nice to just let yourself fall and not be held by anything. 

To do what you want, to be how you want, to feel what you want.

But once it's gone, you're stuck.

At the bottom of a fucking well. A cold, painful smack to the ground, with cuts, bruises, feeling crushed and hurt and you would much rather just sit at the bottom and heal, instead of picking your broken heart up all alone you are left, to climb back to the top.