Once again, in self-defense, I won't sleep a wink to prevent dreaming of you.
I know slipknot isn't usually associated with being a bitter old hag about something you shouldn't be, but oh well. Deal with it.
There's so much going on...GAH! I might explode. So many people with so many problems. Geez. You'd think, at one point, everyone's problem would stop long enough for you to SLEEP, but NOOOOOOO. The problems continue. They continue into the wee hours of the morning when you're so scared about tomorrow that you start to cry. Then your eyes and cheeks become puffy and red and you can't face the world one more day.
Well, yeah. Oh well. You have to. Suck it up and quit being such a pussy, Mandi. Everyone has bad days.
I had to give myself some help there.
I was so close...SO close to having him...then he slipped through my fingers. He gently told me he'd found someone else and kissed my cheek. He left me there cold and shivering, waiting for the words to sink in. Waiting for him to come back and tell me he loved me. The rain started coming down, fast and hard while the first of my sobs burst from my throat. Then softend (sp?) as I fell to the ground, collapsing from the sudden weight on top of my body. Your words are crushing me, suffocating me, drowning me. And, as much as I hate to admit it, as much as I hate you right now, and as pathetic as it is...I still love you.
I'm sorry. I had to write that. And, truly, if I were outside and he did tell me in person, this whole scene would have been played out before our very eyes. Somewhere out there, a little girl is hoping that one day she finds true love. Somewhere, I'm wishing on a star that you will still love me and come home. Home to me.
There's so much going on...GAH! I might explode. So many people with so many problems. Geez. You'd think, at one point, everyone's problem would stop long enough for you to SLEEP, but NOOOOOOO. The problems continue. They continue into the wee hours of the morning when you're so scared about tomorrow that you start to cry. Then your eyes and cheeks become puffy and red and you can't face the world one more day.
Well, yeah. Oh well. You have to. Suck it up and quit being such a pussy, Mandi. Everyone has bad days.
I had to give myself some help there.
I was so close...SO close to having him...then he slipped through my fingers. He gently told me he'd found someone else and kissed my cheek. He left me there cold and shivering, waiting for the words to sink in. Waiting for him to come back and tell me he loved me. The rain started coming down, fast and hard while the first of my sobs burst from my throat. Then softend (sp?) as I fell to the ground, collapsing from the sudden weight on top of my body. Your words are crushing me, suffocating me, drowning me. And, as much as I hate to admit it, as much as I hate you right now, and as pathetic as it is...I still love you.
I'm sorry. I had to write that. And, truly, if I were outside and he did tell me in person, this whole scene would have been played out before our very eyes. Somewhere out there, a little girl is hoping that one day she finds true love. Somewhere, I'm wishing on a star that you will still love me and come home. Home to me.