Don't waste your heart on a wild thing
No one cares. Why do I even bother.
I used to pride myself on being able to speak my mind and not care, but now...in certain situations...I can't seem to bring myself to say anything that I'm feeling or thinking. I'd like to think its because I respect the people I'm with too much, but I really know its because I'm afraid of what happens after I speak my mind. I had the best chance tonight...and I lost it. Damn it.
Megan is gone and now I'm surrounded by boys. Very depressing.
I love work more than I ever thought I could love a job that doesn't pay anything. I absolutely positively love work. I can't wait to go in everyday and quitting time always comes too soon. I definitely know this is what/where I'm supposed to be.
Sometimes I've done such a great job of distracting myself that its scary. But sometimes, when I feel, I think that I'm the only one in the world whose feeling this way. It's something I can't shake sometimes... nevermind. I can't make sense of it anymore. It's too difficult.
Where are you when I need to talk? Too far away it seems. Too busy. Too everything.
Hold my hand baby don't let go
I've got some front money and I've got a next show
And I'm gonna need you down this yellow brick road _ Dixie Chicks, Heartbreak Town
I used to pride myself on being able to speak my mind and not care, but now...in certain situations...I can't seem to bring myself to say anything that I'm feeling or thinking. I'd like to think its because I respect the people I'm with too much, but I really know its because I'm afraid of what happens after I speak my mind. I had the best chance tonight...and I lost it. Damn it.
Megan is gone and now I'm surrounded by boys. Very depressing.
I love work more than I ever thought I could love a job that doesn't pay anything. I absolutely positively love work. I can't wait to go in everyday and quitting time always comes too soon. I definitely know this is what/where I'm supposed to be.
Sometimes I've done such a great job of distracting myself that its scary. But sometimes, when I feel, I think that I'm the only one in the world whose feeling this way. It's something I can't shake sometimes... nevermind. I can't make sense of it anymore. It's too difficult.
Where are you when I need to talk? Too far away it seems. Too busy. Too everything.
Hold my hand baby don't let go
I've got some front money and I've got a next show
And I'm gonna need you down this yellow brick road _ Dixie Chicks, Heartbreak Town