Your moving too fast for me
Why is it that the people who helped me forget about the pain and all of the scary things in life were the people to walk away the quickest? I think I might have something wrong with me. I am kind to them. We laugh together. Secrets were shared and trust was gained. Then why was I left standing alone to wonder what I did to make them disappear? Is my kiss not bitter sweet and only bitter? Could it be that I come off too confident and it makes them realize how much of a coward they really are? Am I too truthful? Do I hold back too much? Do I get too comfortable? Am I a bad kisser, not funny enough, because I do not own a car? Do I seem too happy and they see it so they walk away before they fuck up and break my heart? Or is that what I am trying to believe so I do not hate them? What? WHAT?! Please someone throw me a fucking bone so I know not to do it the next time around! It is hard enough living day to day knowing I have no money because I have shit to take care of as of right now and that I can not even spend money on myself or the one I want to be with.
Some people need school, others needs drugs, and then there are the smart ones that just need their friends and family to help them get through the day. Not me, I need that certain kind of love. I need the one that makes you feel like you are flying high, that feeling no drug could ever give. The one that makes you smile without even realizing it and then someone who is standing near ask "Why are you so happy?" and you are taken back surprised yourself.
When you were a kid and your mom or dad went to the store but you were made to stay home did you cry your heart out because you were not comprehending that they would be back? Thinking as they walked toward the car, that it was going to be the last time you seen them at all or for a long time? Do you remember that feeling? I have been feeling it for quite sometime now.
Some people need school, others needs drugs, and then there are the smart ones that just need their friends and family to help them get through the day. Not me, I need that certain kind of love. I need the one that makes you feel like you are flying high, that feeling no drug could ever give. The one that makes you smile without even realizing it and then someone who is standing near ask "Why are you so happy?" and you are taken back surprised yourself.
When you were a kid and your mom or dad went to the store but you were made to stay home did you cry your heart out because you were not comprehending that they would be back? Thinking as they walked toward the car, that it was going to be the last time you seen them at all or for a long time? Do you remember that feeling? I have been feeling it for quite sometime now.