the taste of fame is so sweet, but losing it is so sour. no pro-gig for me.
i create a wall and block everyone out. i want to let some people in, but i just can't; if i let down one wall, then they all crumble, like dominoes.
there is a boy, i actually gave him my screenname, but i'm too nervous to talk to him. fucking walls.
i'm weak, a coward, a pussy.
i want a boy that will sing "hey there delilah" to me, and quote "cupid's chokehold" when talking about me. will i ever be happy? when will i make up my mind?
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