Three little birds sat on my window (and they told me I don't need to worry)
I guess I've sort of pinpointed it and I can tell a quiet little sob story here, can't I? I've sort of figured it out. (I mean, I know a lot of it was him and the pain he caused me and his sociopathic tendencies, which made me lose faith not only in myself, but also humanity as a whole. A lot to put on one boy's shoulders, eh? I know that now.)
So that being that, you know what? No one has done anything nice for me in a really long time (without wanting something in return, of course). My relationship with him, as we know, was based on me providing him with things he wanted, period. I dwelled in that black hole for more than a year and now that I've left and my eyes are a lot more open, I realize that I forgot what it's like to be loved.. appreciated.. revered.
I don't need boys falling at my feet (in fact, if you know me, you know I'd prefer them NOT to), but it would be nice to be treated like something special. Now that I've realized I deserve that, I've begun to desire it. I guess that's a good thing?
Don't get me wrong: I love being a kind, outgoing person. I want to make people happy with my presence; that is a gift, not a curse - I know that now. But I want someone to light up my life for a change. I don't know if that sounds uppity, but it's just true to me.
You know what led me to this point tonight?
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down
'Twas more than I could take, pity for pity's sake
Some nights kept me awake, I thought that I was stronger
When you gonna realise, that you don't even have to try any longer?
Do what you want to
So that being that, you know what? No one has done anything nice for me in a really long time (without wanting something in return, of course). My relationship with him, as we know, was based on me providing him with things he wanted, period. I dwelled in that black hole for more than a year and now that I've left and my eyes are a lot more open, I realize that I forgot what it's like to be loved.. appreciated.. revered.
I don't need boys falling at my feet (in fact, if you know me, you know I'd prefer them NOT to), but it would be nice to be treated like something special. Now that I've realized I deserve that, I've begun to desire it. I guess that's a good thing?
Don't get me wrong: I love being a kind, outgoing person. I want to make people happy with my presence; that is a gift, not a curse - I know that now. But I want someone to light up my life for a change. I don't know if that sounds uppity, but it's just true to me.
You know what led me to this point tonight?
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down
'Twas more than I could take, pity for pity's sake
Some nights kept me awake, I thought that I was stronger
When you gonna realise, that you don't even have to try any longer?
Do what you want to