she dreams in color, she dreams in red
All I want for Christmas is to be swept off my feet.
I know it won’t happen, but damn it that is what I want I want the love ‘they’ have. They might fight, and be asses to each other...but at the end of the night they are going home together...they are still in love. I want that. I want to be loved. I’m sick of hearing, “it will happen.” what if it doesn’t? Then what am I to do?
I just...I want to be happy....for once. With who I am, how I look and how I feel. I’m not. I don’t know if I ever will be. I don’t know what to do anymore. I’m sick of the hurt.
I know it won’t happen, but damn it that is what I want I want the love ‘they’ have. They might fight, and be asses to each other...but at the end of the night they are going home together...they are still in love. I want that. I want to be loved. I’m sick of hearing, “it will happen.” what if it doesn’t? Then what am I to do?
I just...I want to be happy....for once. With who I am, how I look and how I feel. I’m not. I don’t know if I ever will be. I don’t know what to do anymore. I’m sick of the hurt.