Much Happier Than II hope you're happy Really, I do But I'm still sitting here Waiting for youMuch Happier Than I
And though I don't how long It'll be just yet I really hope it's soon Else I'll die here in debt
And while I can't see The clouds for the sky I still hope you're happy Much happier than I
I miss you
1: So CloseWhen it's just around the corner I can smell it I can taste it So sweet it's bitter1: So Close
Right in front of me So close But it's no easier It's no faster It's no less painful
But I can almost touch it I can't think I struggle to breathe I know it's silly
But...
It's just so close I can't wait a minute longer But I have to And won't it be worth it
2: NaughtEveryday now It's a sickness It's compulsive It's obsessive I can't stop I just keep checking Hoping Wishing2: Naught
Maybe one day Just once She'll be there Such is life...
Anxious Excitable Neurotic Pissed off I can't help it And maybe that fucker deserved it Maybe he didn't Classic case: Wrong place Wrong time Wrong words Wrong attitude Wrong guy;
It's a maths problem Only, when you add it up You only get a cut lip and a whole lot of bruises...
She was the
3: HalfwayThe further she is from me The closer I get to her So close and yet It's still that much farther From where I am3: Halfway
It's half way But I can't help but think That the halves are uneven It's so surreal But I just know That it's still that much longer
Those lonely walks home Are insane with hectic thoughts Like freight trains with no drivers With no laughter to break the silence And no one to stare at Just when I feel like it
The events to come Are inconsequential Because I feel like nothing When her beautiful
charlottehe takes the road less traveled, the road not taken by many despite it being just as fair. I smile. tentative little traps designed to make people feel safe around me, to feel comfortable only i am too big in my own skin and often squirming under the pressure i weigh myself: too heavy. i am good at many things, typing excuses and forging signatures because i am the master of escapism. if there's ever an exit sign nearby, you can be sure that the gust of wind ruffling your hair was caused by me. he takes the road not taken because he is frosty in his demeanor;charlotte
safety catchI'm typing pretty in an effort to be beautiful because every inch of me is shattered by boys who pretend to care too much I cannot care anymore and every line, curve is a reminder thorn with invisible scars.safety catch
Look closer.
Tom Waitshe's dynamite and Ghandi and he sticks close by me despite my intentional screw ups like i actually mean something and sometimes I actually believe all the little things he notices in me.Tom Waits
he is all devilish smirks and good intentions with cruel words seeing through me like he knows I am dried flowers pressed into faded romantic pages; naive in my wants and beliefs thrilling words in high soprano
does he see me?
Glass WindowBarricaded from civilisation, with no contacts; or communication. The only way I can talk to you, is through the beats of my silly heart... through the glass window. You made my day, darling, smiling like an angel just sent for me. Those eyes, so deep and full of emotions, &nbsGlass Window
Maybe Later...
Tired
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your pretty face gets you far with guys
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What? No Top Hat?
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your pretty face gets you far with guys
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What? No Top Hat?
idk.
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your pretty face gets you far with guys
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