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I'm officially unsettled for the first time.
They tell me you don't know what you want
but I think they only know who you want them to know.
They say you need to pierce your ears
but I think you don't to prove that you can say no.
They say you don't have feelings
but I think you have feelings that have nightmares and forget how to breathe fresh air.
They say you get lost alot
but I think you're the only one that's found yourself, even if it's not like you want.
They say you're fickle
but I think you like the title so you can break your own rules.
You say you are stoic, and you are
but I think your walls are your weakness.
You say you want to give one to me
but I think I'm losing you every second.
I say you want my help
but you think you'd rather find your way on your own.
I say I love you
but you think I'm outrageous and insincere.
I say I'm strong
but you think I'm weak and out of control.
But in all honesty, I don't know what you think all the time.
I've begun to believe that you're fickle, I won't believe it.
People are different every day, every second. That doesn't make them fickle, it makes them human.
I'm apart and immersed in how tangled I've become, and I haven't even made sure that I'm wanted. I should know better than to take chances. I've always waited and been wanted, and this time I pursued. I'm new at this and I'm failing more than a little.
I'm apart.
And ache and ache and ache.
I said I didn't miss.
Even when I wrote it I meant that I hadn't missed in a long time.
I miss now.
Oh.
I miss now.
Even when I wrote it I meant that I hadn't missed in a long time.
I said I didn't miss.
And ache and ache and ache.
I'm apart.
They tell me you don't know what you want
but I think they only know who you want them to know.
They say you need to pierce your ears
but I think you don't to prove that you can say no.
They say you don't have feelings
but I think you have feelings that have nightmares and forget how to breathe fresh air.
They say you get lost alot
but I think you're the only one that's found yourself, even if it's not like you want.
They say you're fickle
but I think you like the title so you can break your own rules.
You say you are stoic, and you are
but I think your walls are your weakness.
You say you want to give one to me
but I think I'm losing you every second.
I say you want my help
but you think you'd rather find your way on your own.
I say I love you
but you think I'm outrageous and insincere.
I say I'm strong
but you think I'm weak and out of control.
But in all honesty, I don't know what you think all the time.
I've begun to believe that you're fickle, I won't believe it.
People are different every day, every second. That doesn't make them fickle, it makes them human.
I'm apart and immersed in how tangled I've become, and I haven't even made sure that I'm wanted. I should know better than to take chances. I've always waited and been wanted, and this time I pursued. I'm new at this and I'm failing more than a little.
I'm apart.
And ache and ache and ache.
I said I didn't miss.
Even when I wrote it I meant that I hadn't missed in a long time.
I miss now.
Oh.
I miss now.
Even when I wrote it I meant that I hadn't missed in a long time.
I said I didn't miss.
And ache and ache and ache.
I'm apart.