I'm only... complaining, to keep myself busy sweetie--
You know, love notes are getting silly. So here's something new:
TO the one who held my heart for the past months, and who will hold it forever-- thanks for everything sweetie.
If I can't say I've gotten smarter over the past year, I can't say I haven't grown at least. Just about this time last year I was on my way to my first girlfriend... And I was pretty stupid back then. Actually, stupid is a understatement... anyway, it was a new experience. And to myself, I made a promise I wouldn't ever be as ignorant... and, I would openly share my feelings with anyone special to me.
From the time we first talked to the time yesterday... that you said openly that you had no more feelings about me, I knew I had no chance. And it's coming clearer to me at each moment. I never had a chance, swept away by feeling... I admit, I have a weak spot for sweet talking girls. If I didn't accomplish a relationship, I know at least I have grown. Afterall... what is a relationship besides exchanged gifts of infatuation and hoodies? Of warm hugs of security and loyalty? I found it all in you anyway... And to say I haven't grown to myself... all I need to do, is remind myself to look at the boy last year who didn't even dream about having a date to the dance or exchange his first kiss.
You, sweetie, have inspired me to write so much. You even helped me start this live journal... all of it your inspiration. And since you made me start, it's only right for you to make me stop. Irony.... this will be the last post unless I find reason to continue.. But by ending this LJ, it will show one thing: I am finally over you.
With much love,
Mark
Story of A Lonely Guy
Push it out, fake a smile
Avert disaster, just in time
I need a drink, cause in a while
Worthless answer from friends in mind
It's dumb to ask, cool to ignore
Girls posess me, but they're never mine
I made my entrance, avoided hazards
Checked my engine, I fell behind
I fell behind
She makes me feel like it's raining outside
And when the storm's gone i'm all torn up inside
I'm always nervous on, days like this like the prom
I get too scared to move, cause i'm a fuckin' boy
Remember when I was in the grocery store, now's my time
Lost the words,lost my nerve, lost the girl, left a line
I would wish upon a star, but that star, it doesn't shine
So read my book with a boring ending
A short story of a lonely guy
I fell behind
She makes me feel like it's raining outside
And when the storm's gone i'm all torn up inside
I'm always nervous on, days like this like the prom
I get too scared to move, cause i'm a fuckin' boy
She makes me feel like it's raining outside
And when the storm's gone i'm all torn up inside
I'm always nervous on, days like this like the prom
I get too scared to move, cause i'm still just a stupid worthless boy
Should be one of the first songs devin and I record...
TO the one who held my heart for the past months, and who will hold it forever-- thanks for everything sweetie.
If I can't say I've gotten smarter over the past year, I can't say I haven't grown at least. Just about this time last year I was on my way to my first girlfriend... And I was pretty stupid back then. Actually, stupid is a understatement... anyway, it was a new experience. And to myself, I made a promise I wouldn't ever be as ignorant... and, I would openly share my feelings with anyone special to me.
From the time we first talked to the time yesterday... that you said openly that you had no more feelings about me, I knew I had no chance. And it's coming clearer to me at each moment. I never had a chance, swept away by feeling... I admit, I have a weak spot for sweet talking girls. If I didn't accomplish a relationship, I know at least I have grown. Afterall... what is a relationship besides exchanged gifts of infatuation and hoodies? Of warm hugs of security and loyalty? I found it all in you anyway... And to say I haven't grown to myself... all I need to do, is remind myself to look at the boy last year who didn't even dream about having a date to the dance or exchange his first kiss.
You, sweetie, have inspired me to write so much. You even helped me start this live journal... all of it your inspiration. And since you made me start, it's only right for you to make me stop. Irony.... this will be the last post unless I find reason to continue.. But by ending this LJ, it will show one thing: I am finally over you.
With much love,
Mark
Story of A Lonely Guy
Push it out, fake a smile
Avert disaster, just in time
I need a drink, cause in a while
Worthless answer from friends in mind
It's dumb to ask, cool to ignore
Girls posess me, but they're never mine
I made my entrance, avoided hazards
Checked my engine, I fell behind
I fell behind
She makes me feel like it's raining outside
And when the storm's gone i'm all torn up inside
I'm always nervous on, days like this like the prom
I get too scared to move, cause i'm a fuckin' boy
Remember when I was in the grocery store, now's my time
Lost the words,lost my nerve, lost the girl, left a line
I would wish upon a star, but that star, it doesn't shine
So read my book with a boring ending
A short story of a lonely guy
I fell behind
She makes me feel like it's raining outside
And when the storm's gone i'm all torn up inside
I'm always nervous on, days like this like the prom
I get too scared to move, cause i'm a fuckin' boy
She makes me feel like it's raining outside
And when the storm's gone i'm all torn up inside
I'm always nervous on, days like this like the prom
I get too scared to move, cause i'm still just a stupid worthless boy
Should be one of the first songs devin and I record...