My hopes are so high....
that your kiss might kill me.
So won't you kill me,
so I die happy.
My heart is yours to fill or burst,
to break or bury,
or wear as jewelery,
which ever you prefer.
The words are hushed lets not get busted;
just lay entwined here, undiscovered.
Safe in here from all the stupid questions.
"hey did you get some?"
Man, that is so dumb.
Stay quiet, stay near, stay close they can't hear...
so we can get some.
....And you stood at your door with your hands on my waist
and you kissed me like you meant it.
And I knew that you meant it....
but I was OH so wrong. This song is so eerily the way I felt....FUCK this sucks. The first time I let my guard down and look where it gets me. Let down, not that it's a new thing, but it happens. I really DID like this guy...well really DO like him. A LOT. But I suppose he isn't who I thought he was or maybe it's just because it made me feel so worthless like the entire night was pointless and wasted. I suppose I wanted very much to be WANTED, but not used...jesus. This sucks because I think I might have ruined everything, friendship and all, and that was a lot of time to fuck up over girly crap. It obviously means nothing and is nothing and I'm making a mountain out of an ant hill.... OH well, that's my life's story. I don't know if I'm ever going to find what I want. Maybe I'll be a lesibian or something. ughh...well there you go...I'm EMO AGAIN! yay!??
xo
So won't you kill me,
so I die happy.
My heart is yours to fill or burst,
to break or bury,
or wear as jewelery,
which ever you prefer.
The words are hushed lets not get busted;
just lay entwined here, undiscovered.
Safe in here from all the stupid questions.
"hey did you get some?"
Man, that is so dumb.
Stay quiet, stay near, stay close they can't hear...
so we can get some.
....And you stood at your door with your hands on my waist
and you kissed me like you meant it.
And I knew that you meant it....
but I was OH so wrong. This song is so eerily the way I felt....FUCK this sucks. The first time I let my guard down and look where it gets me. Let down, not that it's a new thing, but it happens. I really DID like this guy...well really DO like him. A LOT. But I suppose he isn't who I thought he was or maybe it's just because it made me feel so worthless like the entire night was pointless and wasted. I suppose I wanted very much to be WANTED, but not used...jesus. This sucks because I think I might have ruined everything, friendship and all, and that was a lot of time to fuck up over girly crap. It obviously means nothing and is nothing and I'm making a mountain out of an ant hill.... OH well, that's my life's story. I don't know if I'm ever going to find what I want. Maybe I'll be a lesibian or something. ughh...well there you go...I'm EMO AGAIN! yay!??
xo