no one believes the truth if it is told by a liar
I hate to say I love you,
Because it means that I will be with you forever or will sadly say goodbye.
And I love to say I hate you,
Because it means that I will live my life happily without you or will sadly live a lie.
And you're working your way,
From the ground on down,
On down.
Someone told me once something I never really believed. But as it is, and taking in consideration everything that's going on and that I'm feeling right now. I'm sure they were pretty fucking right. A shame, most definitely. I'm an independent woman and I hate this shit more than anything else in the world. It fucks up with my mind and I end up having dreams I have no business having and hoping for things I should never ever desire. But the thing is that I'm a rebel, born and bred. I only want what I can't have. And the more impossible it is for me to get them, the more I lust for them with fanatical passion.
Not the best way one might feel, I'm sure, but it is inevitably the truth. At the same time though, I'm simply glad I can't have them at all.
Because if I did, I'd do my best to put my whole heart in it. And not even love made me less crueler.
Still, I'd only do it for a very short while, because like I said: I'm an independent woman. You can't shackle me, although I can bow myself to you. The funny detail about this is that you may never ever know about it.
At all.
I know many are like me and I am acutely aware of those who are absolutely the opposite. Those who hit because they adore. Those who crumble because they love. Me? I don't fight to show I care, but I most certainly don't fuss about either. I only love and sometimes that's enough and others, not quite. That's pretty alright really. All the time the love I get isn't really enough and I just really have faith that I love them too, though they will never truly know that.
Anyway, I just wanted to say that we all have to deal with things we will never forget. Mistakes that will hunt us, voices that will torture us and words that will haunt us. I've heard many things but the one that springs to mind right now is a very heartfelt, though absolutely impulsive, beautifully self-loathed and ashamedly denied: "You can run, you can die, but you can't escape my love"
And whenever I feel bad about everything that I feel. I'll take solace in knowing that I am not and will never be the only one to feel this way about us.
Because it means that I will be with you forever or will sadly say goodbye.
And I love to say I hate you,
Because it means that I will live my life happily without you or will sadly live a lie.
And you're working your way,
From the ground on down,
On down.
Someone told me once something I never really believed. But as it is, and taking in consideration everything that's going on and that I'm feeling right now. I'm sure they were pretty fucking right. A shame, most definitely. I'm an independent woman and I hate this shit more than anything else in the world. It fucks up with my mind and I end up having dreams I have no business having and hoping for things I should never ever desire. But the thing is that I'm a rebel, born and bred. I only want what I can't have. And the more impossible it is for me to get them, the more I lust for them with fanatical passion.
Not the best way one might feel, I'm sure, but it is inevitably the truth. At the same time though, I'm simply glad I can't have them at all.
Because if I did, I'd do my best to put my whole heart in it. And not even love made me less crueler.
Still, I'd only do it for a very short while, because like I said: I'm an independent woman. You can't shackle me, although I can bow myself to you. The funny detail about this is that you may never ever know about it.
At all.
I know many are like me and I am acutely aware of those who are absolutely the opposite. Those who hit because they adore. Those who crumble because they love. Me? I don't fight to show I care, but I most certainly don't fuss about either. I only love and sometimes that's enough and others, not quite. That's pretty alright really. All the time the love I get isn't really enough and I just really have faith that I love them too, though they will never truly know that.
Anyway, I just wanted to say that we all have to deal with things we will never forget. Mistakes that will hunt us, voices that will torture us and words that will haunt us. I've heard many things but the one that springs to mind right now is a very heartfelt, though absolutely impulsive, beautifully self-loathed and ashamedly denied: "You can run, you can die, but you can't escape my love"
And whenever I feel bad about everything that I feel. I'll take solace in knowing that I am not and will never be the only one to feel this way about us.