Days after days; Nights after nights
here we go again
I know it shouldn't be one of the night to be thinking right at the fingertip.
There's so much to do, so much more to say, way more stuffs to be thinking of, instead of this.
But it just had to happen; so I guess it rather means that silence can kill as well.
I know I've been trying to hide as if nothing has ever happened.
I do know I've been trying so freaking hard to pretend that I do not bother as much as you do.
I am trying as far as I concern. I'm doing things that I should not do cause I want an end to it.
Just every time I thought I've gotten over it, it just comes right back to me.
It is pretty much like a punching bag. The harder you punch, the more it'll come back to you.
So like I say; is as if the more I try to let go, the more it returns to my head ;(
stop flirting already, I can't seem to breathe anymore
I know your life belongs to yours and mine would be another.
in other words, we don't link no more.
butwhythebbqfuckdoIstillfreakingwannacaresomuch
Could you tell me that everything is going to be perfectly fine? maybe an okay will do? not even that?
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oh-shit!
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