i wont understand why
i always tremble so terrible as i light up every single stick
i dont have anymore Choco Chex in the house
i cant be alone
nobody i’ve met could be there for me like she can
i need someone to be there for me always
you are acting this way when i still sort of care
you wont be there for me
you cant remember our one promise that i had held on to so dearly
i cant get what i want in life
im not the girl everybody would want me to be
but i still cant change the way things are.
things happen for a reason, everything
and somethimes i just dont want to know
my whole life, my mere existance is because of love
love i once had, i never had, love i stole, and love i secretly pretend i have all this while.
and its love and always that very same thing that lets me down
i dont need another part of me crumbling away
i dont need to lose myself
thats why i need, all the love i could put my life on
and nothing more.
yet somehow im always always looking for more.
this post isnt directed to only one person,
but if im not talking about you, dont to flatter yourself
and i hate talking to strangers
so im ignoring the shit out of that random fella who comments only too often
on another side,
Oh my goodness, with a perfect O on my lips.
The Time Traveller’s Wife is comming into the cinemas soon.
I dont know how soon
and I dont know the clear reason why,
but im not missing it for anything in the world.
