Mar 05, 2005 01:12
dear visitor;hopeful friend
im not about to tell you how scared i am of you, and your critisim.
i know i have a blockage, a part of my brain that never lets you in.
its not about half eaten peanut butter sandwhiches, and how my body fuild filled up the bathroom.
its about, how im trying to tell you how i feel without letting enough of myself out for you to reject.
i want someone to see the truth, without me explaining myself.
someone to see the real hurt, and the real reasonings for everything.
people dont do things without motives, without reasons.
yet. i know the denial people have to that.
but its true, we all have motives, weather good or bad, or misjudged and mistaken.
i dont know if you understand , hell i woudlnt understand if i was reading this.
but if your anybody who knows me, i know your rereading this, and your listening
im not sure if ill ever break through this, and im not sure ill ever forget these choices.
felicia, pick the one with the laid back life, she'll love you till end of time, no regrets.
felicia, pick the girl you once loved with every partical of your body, you can have it back,forgiveness.
dont let go.
sometimes you just have to let go.
true love never fades.
she was good for you.
i cant help but sing to the country music.
and i coudlnt help but scearm your name when they talked about love.
i didnt mean for it to end up this way.
because im alone on a friday night, and i choose to be.
but i would of had your smile here, if i had the choice.
listen to me, i really dont ask for much.