these are momentary feelings; pieces of my troubled mind; i write what i think, what i think is what i feel, what i feel is what I am and what i am is what i am...... and if only promises could erase the past, I could open my heart enough to take it all back. But Ive been down this road, time and time again. And I've learned the hard way how the story always ends...
Monday, September 24, 2012
If i wanted it. I can get it. But i'd rather not. As it would end up so fucked up again. I'd rather be this than be that.
