Jan 17, 2010 02:20
First floor room sixteen smells like danger; even better. Set your goals, bless our souls. I’m in trouble, but it feels like heaven.
You were like one of those guys, the kind with a wandering eye. But I said, “Hey what the hell? For once in my life I’ll take a ride on the wild side.”
You were so full of yourself, but damn, were you cute, as well. You liked my legs, I liked your moves. Anyone could tell; not a heart could deny that.
Second night in a row, back in trouble. I don’t get it. We gotta keep it down because it’ll all be cold. We ignore it and it gets better.
When it comes to men it’s known that I end up choosing wrong because I always trip and fall on the same old rock, then repeat and go back. How blind a girl can be to miss you hide your ring. I thought about everything. I was so naive imagining all that. I did it again; I got it all wrong. But it felt so right I can’t believe it. All the mistakes that went on for too long. I wish there was a way I could delete it.
It might seem to you that I am in a place where I’m losing the direction of my life. But I’m sure that this is nothing but a phase. Right back at ya, ’cause I’ll survive