Sorry, I am not as present as usual anymore.
Sorry, I am not paying as much attention no more.
You see, I'm occupied these days.
You know, I'm falling in love these days.
I usually write to get away from the world.
I usually felt bad about something in the world.
Now I'm always happy, not as worried anymore.
Now I don't have as much to vent about anymore.
I'm so sorry if my happiness is making me sink,
but if I had to choose one, I would rather just sink.
I'll sink into the earth, and drown in darkness for her.
I'll die, go to hell and suffer eternal torment for her.
So call me names, call me naive and stupid,
tho I will just say back, yes love makes me stupid.
I like it that way. I'm a fool for true love.
I was never romantic, I never believed.
I like it this way, now I believe in true love.
I am a fool for romance, I now believe.
I may be distracted from you these days,
but don't be alarmed.
I am just a happy fool, in true loves daze,
so don't be alarmed.
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