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I don't understand why you chose me... What is it about me that made you want to talk to me everyday, FaceTime everyday and meet up every week. Is it just because you found me funny.
I've never felt this way before. And I can't say it's something I really adore. With just one glance you just tear me apart. I didn't realise until now that you'd stolen my heart.
How crazy I must be, Wishing on crazy dreams.
Why don't you like me. What have I done wrong. Perhaps I should put This message in a song.
Look I'm sorry if everything is wrong, I can't sing, but I'll sing this song.
Demons haunt me in the dark My own demons I have birthed, Pricking me with pins so sharp With every negativity on earth.
Decisions I hate having to make any kind of decision. Its hard to make them with any kind of precision. Things like, Do I go left or right. Do I submit or do I fight.
I have noticed that my Opusses don't get nearly as many likes as many other people's and as I used to. Is this because people don't like my work anymore as much.
And that's when I realised it was my fault,. I just don't deserve someone like you,. Somebody who doesn't have long left here,. And deserves to go out with a bang,. At least once,.
I feel so unmade like there's a load missing are you my missing piece I doubt that I'm beginning to fade, is it the memory of us kissing, that's keeping my mind at peace, feel so incomplete I'm...
I use to believe in love at first sight but now I've given up that right,. I've given up the fight,. for the one that should be mine,. whoever ends up with me will deserve someone better and nice.
I wonder often about this and that. Things most people wonder at.
Write here, and write away the careless sighs in your story of devastation. You could do away with a little less on your shoulders now.
I've always been one to walk on the safe side, The sensible fool who gets left by the wayside. An opportunity too good to miss has been dangled, My heart and brain so incredibly tangled.
I feel trapped, Unwanted, Unloved. I feel trapped, Stuck, Silenced. I feel trapped, Can't get out, Can't leave. Save me. I'm stuck, Can't break free. Help me. I'm weak, And foolish.
Excuse me for being once again on the fence, But I've been here before, And I already know how it ends, Because I'm not good at it, Really not at all. I'm not good at this.
I miss you somehow. and I want to tell you so but you would feel weirded out. and if things snowballed from there, I fear I would lose you.
[If anyone's struggling to make head or tail of this or its structure, check www.queenstreetwillburn.com and video of 'Faith & Assets' on the media page.] You have talked to me of love and...
Here you are. Where You have always been. Here, with your people, your buddies. Everyone loves you, right. After seeing photos of all of you, since pre-k, I realize -once again- that I am a mistake.
They say 'All you must do is believe And you can do anything.' But what if they are wrong. How can they be so certain. When I myself is so unsure, My vision clouded; Blocked.
I feel a bit uninspired at the moment. Do you ever get those times where nothing you write seems good enough. It's ever so depressing.
I'd love to have a talent, One like singing or dancing too. Unfortunately mines useless, And there's nothing much I can do. I can't sing or dance, Or even paint that well.
What is with Valentine's Day. Nothing so special, It will pass away. I don't get why people get so excited, When I'm on my room, playing dead.
I took me a long time. It took me a really long time to realise what I used to have, I didn't have anymore. That who I was, I wasn't anymore. And who I loved isn't here anymore.