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You're just not that into me. Except when you are. From hot right to cold. You're near then you're far. Maybe you're bad with emotions. Or tired or sick. Maybe I'm over thinking.
Dreams seem unattainable They're something to achieve But drifting through the world unnoticed Well, it makes me feel naive People say I've got a gift But when I look around So many people in this...
Born, slowly growing up, then fast Easy, flows like water, but doesn't last Gently, conversation flowed without a thought In a few years though, gave up all but timid tries at talk Now she is too...
Being me is hard, trying to make people impressed. It takes me off my guard, and makes me feel depressed. Everyone is yelling, Making me cry inside. I just keep telling myself to forget it and hide.
Words are harder to use, because you don't want to offend anyone or make a fool of yourself,. You just keep analysing everything you've said in your head to see where you went wrong,.
"It seems like everyone else is in a relationship or in love. I'm just here like, 'I like that tree. That's a nice tree...'" "I really can't picture anyone having a crush on me.
Hmmm i should write something… YES. I LOVE WRITING STUFF. but what… I know a blog. But no one likes my blogs… Then make them better duh.
'I can't come over, I'm busy.'. 'I don't want to talk to you right now.'. 'I've got to study on the night of your party.'. 'No one will talk to me, so why go?'.
I balk at the idea of talking. My words never seem to come out right. I don't always sound so bright. When my lips feel light. And I let them fly open. Words just spill out. Out of my mouth.
Some nights I dream I'm someone else, Someone with confidence, Someone with millions of friends, Someone that looks perfect in every way, Someone who everyone knows and likes, Someone who doesn't get...
I guess I'm the only one. Who stays up all night. Just to write. Words on paper. That appeal to you. Guess I'm speaking to no one. Or maybe my words have fallen on deaf ears. Or nobody wants to hear.
You know that I love you. You know that I care. That you're in my heart. And will always be there. Till the days never end. And the sun and the skies become one. All day long. I sing this song.
The magician wipes his brow. Hoping there wondering how. Did they see the slight of hand. 'Maybe that was part of his plan'. He hopes they think. But really this magician stinks.
Stare at yourself What do you see. You'll never know What it's like to be me. I'm scared of myself Failing at life. In the future will I be someone's wife.
What's wrong with me I don't understand What am I so different, am I going mad.
I'm so wrong... very wrong In the wrong. But I've been wronged.
You pinned it. That's just what he is. Crafty, a trickster. With those jumbled thoughts of his. I can't figure him out. And it scares me to death. I like him a lot. But smell lies on his breath.
#mymusical JOSEPH: Frayed at the edges, A little rough, But whenever I'm with you, What I do's never enough.
I'm not good enough, again. At least you had the courage to say. I suppose you're better than the others. To leave it just this way. No, go on, just go. It doesn't matter, my tears.
I really can't picture anyone having a crush on me. I can't picture someone thinking about me before they fall asleep.
A knot I can't get rid of, Tears I'm yet to shed, This feeling hanging over me, Insecurity in my head, I just can't get rid of this feeling, I don't know how to describe, The feeling of living on a...
Lock me away. Just make me stay. I won't leave this room. Outside is my doom. People that mock me. Things that block me. It's a lot to take in. I'll need more than a min. I'm scared to go out.
I feel like our love is dying. I love you. Do I. I can't live without you. But does that mean I love you. I hate you sometimes. I hate everything you are and wish you could be what you aren't.
Searching for fortune and fame. But you don't even know my name. Just words on a empty page. Emotions of anger, happiness, joy and rage. I tell you my fears. Though sometimes I'm in tears.