Sep 14, 2005 04:15
i tell myself on the ride home.. im getting tired and hating all i've known. i'm holding on like it's all i have. count me out, when it's clear that i find it hard to say.. and you.. find it hard to care.
I wanted to see something that's different, something you said would change in me.
i got this way. upfront but never true. God i'm wrong.. its just the way i am. i dont know what to say, it's fine? this isn't hollywood. its fine that im getting in your way. i wanted to be anything different, everything you would change in me.
i'm.. taking a chance.. this could be different.. this could be all i'm waiting for.
Could this be out of line? to say that you're the only one breaking me down like this. You're the only one i would take a shot on. You keep me here hanging on so contagiously. make this something beautiful again. make this heaven, cause you're beautiful to me.