I told you I wasn't paranoid.
I knew it.
I knew I should've forgotten long ago.
Like I told myself I would.
If I would've done that,
Then maybe I wouldn't be smiling so much.
Was it really that hard?
Clicking delete isn't rocket science.
But its too late now anyway.
Was it really that hard?
Clicking delete isn't rocket science.
But its too late now anyway.
I can't control it.
It does what it wants.
But can anyone control it?
I always thought that it (The Heart) just did
It does what it wants.
But can anyone control it?
I always thought that it (The Heart) just did
What it seemed to do
With no real explanation
With no real explanation
Just like how
There's no real explanation for
This
It does hurt, I'm not going to lie
But even if I try to try
I may end up laughing a cry
Though I told myself
I would not give up
But now it seems pointless
Annoying almost
Life isn't fair
And this is it
(So don't even try
To ignore my glare)
And deal
With it.
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