I guess it is in my head where destiny has decided to write your name. Forever wondering about the day when it’ll no longer be it or why I have no say. Doesn’t matter if I move north or south; you’re still one of those memories that stand tall and proud. And I can’t, for the life of me, understand why in history life chose the boy who didn’t choose me. How many other hearts have you broken? Oh, right; you wouldn’t know because we all know you like to pretend you’re a saint. Forgive me, my friend, but the line is long. We all standing here know your game.…