sometimes we take chances, sometimes we take pills
I'm not much better without you
I'm like a victim
And all that you need is an alibi
That's one thing about you
I don't wanna make you cry
I'm like a victim
And all that you need is an alibi
That's one thing about you
I don't wanna make you cry
I can`t directly say, miss I or not. It`s hard to define. Probably because of happenings around me in near time. Too much everything and no time to think. Only feel. Emtiness.
Well, in this two weeks you`re still the same. Like a child, but more.. I dunno. I can hardly breathe and I don`t quite know what to do - cry or smile. Why am I gasping, while thinking about it? I have no answer. Lot of answers.
I`m too prideful to do smth first when I know I`m right. You`re too scarry that I will push you away. Too naive, perhaps. Well, whatever. It`s over now, I hope, because I can`t stand another two weeks. Even more, if think.
I wanna say so much, but can`t find proper words, and that`s not because of English. You`re too predictable, just a child. But I love you anyway, maybe even more. I miss your poems for me, your smile and your voice, even if it sounds selfishly.
Hope, it won`t repeat ever again. Really hope.
I don’t ever wanna let go
I hope that you see yeah
That there’s a part of you that’s left inside of me
I hope that you see yeah
That there’s a part of you that’s left inside of me