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People are supposed to learn from their mistakes, right? So why am I still so damn clingy? I know that this has hurt me in the past, yet I still persist. I've been this way for as long as I can remember, even before preschool. It's never been a good character trait, and I've had all these years to change. What is it inside of me that keeps me coming back to this very spot? Have I no will power, no common sense? Will I end up chasing people away? Is this my curse?
My face is colored red with the heat
Of a brightly burning fire.
My soul dances to the beat of a drum,
Beating harder, faster, louder.
Inside a voice cries out for a hand
To help me before I drown
While the waves just keep on coming
I save you before I save myself.
Then a strong hand pulls me to safety,
But whose I cannot tell.
I wonder if all this time I spend trying to figure out the feelings and thoughts of others would be better spent trying to determine those same things of myself. Do I want to be safe or daring? I wish I could see into the future. I wish I knew when it would be worth taking a risk. That's as long as I can wonder about myself. Do I really know myself? Already, my train of thought has lead me back to wishing I could read others' minds, wishing I knew others' true intentions and feelings at any given moment. The english language is not very good at expressing emotion. I suppose that somethings are better left to actions, not words. Unfortunately, it's so easy to use actions to fake your true feelings that I never know when the actions are sincere.
I can't wait until Friday.
Wrapped in your arms, your warm embrace
Everything feels just right.
I no longer have a care in the world,
My mind stops frantically racing.
My heart starts to race with a powerful drive,
But the world around me slows down.
My intellect seems a little hazy,
While everything else is finally clear.
Life is a beautiful thing. Live, love, and laugh...so continues my wonderful life.
My face is colored red with the heat
Of a brightly burning fire.
My soul dances to the beat of a drum,
Beating harder, faster, louder.
Inside a voice cries out for a hand
To help me before I drown
While the waves just keep on coming
I save you before I save myself.
Then a strong hand pulls me to safety,
But whose I cannot tell.
I wonder if all this time I spend trying to figure out the feelings and thoughts of others would be better spent trying to determine those same things of myself. Do I want to be safe or daring? I wish I could see into the future. I wish I knew when it would be worth taking a risk. That's as long as I can wonder about myself. Do I really know myself? Already, my train of thought has lead me back to wishing I could read others' minds, wishing I knew others' true intentions and feelings at any given moment. The english language is not very good at expressing emotion. I suppose that somethings are better left to actions, not words. Unfortunately, it's so easy to use actions to fake your true feelings that I never know when the actions are sincere.
I can't wait until Friday.
Wrapped in your arms, your warm embrace
Everything feels just right.
I no longer have a care in the world,
My mind stops frantically racing.
My heart starts to race with a powerful drive,
But the world around me slows down.
My intellect seems a little hazy,
While everything else is finally clear.
Life is a beautiful thing. Live, love, and laugh...so continues my wonderful life.