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And, okay- I like you. Damnit, I don't know why either.
It's just that sometimes when you don't pay attention to me, I have to run into walls until you notice. It's also just that I don't stand a chance with you and you know it. It's just hard feeling empty sometimes, it's hard realizing that maybe I'm not ready for this after all. You shattered something solid, sorta. It's being homebound-- one home run and it's back to where you started. And where do we go from here?
Sometimes I feel like an angel in the snow.
One day, I'll look back and tell myself I could've done something different. Then one day, it won't even matter anymore. It's just terrifying not knowing where I'll be then. Maybe a stripper on a pole, yet I know you'd still be there to save me from myself at the end of the day. And by then, I'll appreciate you more. But I'll never live with myself again.
See, the problem is... when I don't do it, I think about it. And it gets so messy, especially around the bottom, or when I'm thinking the hardest. Won't you convince me to stay? Be my anchor-- I'm drifting away. I'll toss my coins into this wishing well, but I don't wanna see them fall. So won't you take me in? I need your wings tonight.
We're yellow flowers with green stems.Daffodils. I've always liked them in the spring.
Fall, autumn, fall. This is my monologue.
It's just that sometimes when you don't pay attention to me, I have to run into walls until you notice. It's also just that I don't stand a chance with you and you know it. It's just hard feeling empty sometimes, it's hard realizing that maybe I'm not ready for this after all. You shattered something solid, sorta. It's being homebound-- one home run and it's back to where you started. And where do we go from here?
Sometimes I feel like an angel in the snow.
One day, I'll look back and tell myself I could've done something different. Then one day, it won't even matter anymore. It's just terrifying not knowing where I'll be then. Maybe a stripper on a pole, yet I know you'd still be there to save me from myself at the end of the day. And by then, I'll appreciate you more. But I'll never live with myself again.
See, the problem is... when I don't do it, I think about it. And it gets so messy, especially around the bottom, or when I'm thinking the hardest. Won't you convince me to stay? Be my anchor-- I'm drifting away. I'll toss my coins into this wishing well, but I don't wanna see them fall. So won't you take me in? I need your wings tonight.
We're yellow flowers with green stems.Daffodils. I've always liked them in the spring.
Fall, autumn, fall. This is my monologue.