Show me.
"I want to dance until sunrise...
Show me the sparkle in your eyes..."
*techno techno techno techno techno techno*
"Just make a wish and disappear...
Dance on a thousand moon lights...
keep telling yourself, that I'm alright....
Show me the love!
That comes from your heart!
Show me the love!
That ripped me apart!
Show me the love!
Is it waiting for me?
Show me the love...
That can't fly!"
*techno techno techno techno techno techno*
...
I really should stop looking for something that isn't there. {CORRECTION} I really should stop looking for something that isn't mine to own.
I keep thinking she'll come back to me someday. I know that it won't happen:
"Tom, I can tell you right now that I will never be your girlfriend again."
But I keep looking. I have an iron grip on her love. It's so tight, it's crushing us into nothing.
But save the drama right? "Don't be such a drama queen, Tom."
It was a horrible idea to drink last night. I was feeling down already, because I lost a lot of time riding to El Paso to get movie tickets. That's not the only reason of course. I talked to some friends earlier about only crying when I was drunk once. (self-induced crying I mean, not situational stuff.) Josh came up to me and told me I HAVE to get plastered. It's the last friday of classes! no homework; Celebrate!!!
How foolish I can be.
I talked a lot about my Dad at the party, about cancer, about how much I hate it. About how it feels to watch him deteriorate before me, about watching it's effect on his brain. About regret. But also about how great of a person he was. His successess and ambitions, wise advice and solid beliefs. Dedication and Love.
I really was a burden that night. But no one had to take care of me, I would have been fine. But NOOOOOooo. I had to put my head in the clouds, find some reason to cling on to her, and tighten my iron grip. I really have to tell her something.
This morning on facebook my bro went through all of my Facebook profile photos and commented on most of them. He said how much I look like my Dad. More than once. If only I felt like my Dad.
Dragoshi.
Show me the sparkle in your eyes..."
*techno techno techno techno techno techno*
"Just make a wish and disappear...
Dance on a thousand moon lights...
keep telling yourself, that I'm alright....
Show me the love!
That comes from your heart!
Show me the love!
That ripped me apart!
Show me the love!
Is it waiting for me?
Show me the love...
That can't fly!"
*techno techno techno techno techno techno*
...
I really should stop looking for something that isn't there. {CORRECTION} I really should stop looking for something that isn't mine to own.
I keep thinking she'll come back to me someday. I know that it won't happen:
"Tom, I can tell you right now that I will never be your girlfriend again."
But I keep looking. I have an iron grip on her love. It's so tight, it's crushing us into nothing.
But save the drama right? "Don't be such a drama queen, Tom."
It was a horrible idea to drink last night. I was feeling down already, because I lost a lot of time riding to El Paso to get movie tickets. That's not the only reason of course. I talked to some friends earlier about only crying when I was drunk once. (self-induced crying I mean, not situational stuff.) Josh came up to me and told me I HAVE to get plastered. It's the last friday of classes! no homework; Celebrate!!!
How foolish I can be.
I talked a lot about my Dad at the party, about cancer, about how much I hate it. About how it feels to watch him deteriorate before me, about watching it's effect on his brain. About regret. But also about how great of a person he was. His successess and ambitions, wise advice and solid beliefs. Dedication and Love.
I really was a burden that night. But no one had to take care of me, I would have been fine. But NOOOOOooo. I had to put my head in the clouds, find some reason to cling on to her, and tighten my iron grip. I really have to tell her something.
This morning on facebook my bro went through all of my Facebook profile photos and commented on most of them. He said how much I look like my Dad. More than once. If only I felt like my Dad.
Dragoshi.