Wrong.
The unusual feeling I get in my stomach has come over me.
The heavy weight placed on my heart has returned.
I’d like to think things can change, people can be different…
but it never has been, and why would it start now?
I’m certainly not the best, I never claimed to be.
I try so hard to make you feel that way despite the truth.
My flaws range every where from rushing to just not caring at all at times.
I tend to let people’s actions get the best of me.
Letting myself break at all the wrong times.
These words are a coded message of revealance (a word the dictonary won't recognize, but I'm sure it works), a cry for help, and a complex way to say “hello World, I’m still here”.
Tonight I’m afraid of the last thing I’ll think of before I fall asleep.
The memories stimulating my senses that’ll take me to my own version of reality.
You’re the only reality I want.
So quick to see it, so quick to know it.
I’m so sure that I’m the only one feeling this way because I’m always the only one.
I’m destined to make things wrong in Gods pursuit to have me learn some kind of a lesson.
Don’t judge a book by its cover.
Oh no, I have.
I’m ready to get down on my knees and beg for a change.
I’ve learned that lesson; I honestly have, and for once make this fit.
I was not created as something so meaningless you can throw it around.
I have more feelings than the average person, and am more than willing to forgive and extend myself to anybody in need.
When that's seen...I'll be whole.
The heavy weight placed on my heart has returned.
I’d like to think things can change, people can be different…
but it never has been, and why would it start now?
I’m certainly not the best, I never claimed to be.
I try so hard to make you feel that way despite the truth.
My flaws range every where from rushing to just not caring at all at times.
I tend to let people’s actions get the best of me.
Letting myself break at all the wrong times.
These words are a coded message of revealance (a word the dictonary won't recognize, but I'm sure it works), a cry for help, and a complex way to say “hello World, I’m still here”.
Tonight I’m afraid of the last thing I’ll think of before I fall asleep.
The memories stimulating my senses that’ll take me to my own version of reality.
You’re the only reality I want.
So quick to see it, so quick to know it.
I’m so sure that I’m the only one feeling this way because I’m always the only one.
I’m destined to make things wrong in Gods pursuit to have me learn some kind of a lesson.
Don’t judge a book by its cover.
Oh no, I have.
I’m ready to get down on my knees and beg for a change.
I’ve learned that lesson; I honestly have, and for once make this fit.
I was not created as something so meaningless you can throw it around.
I have more feelings than the average person, and am more than willing to forgive and extend myself to anybody in need.
When that's seen...I'll be whole.