something from what i'm listening...
there's always a place in me that u can call home
whenever u feel like ur going apart
lets juz go back to the start
where's the pain when u walk out the door
it doesnt hurt like it used b4
where's the love that we never ignored
it doesnt kick like a pill n'more
where the thrill at the end of our fight
where's the heat when we turn off the light
i just miss all the mess up we made
when we still have the passion to hate
i miss missing u sometimes
i miss hurting u till u cry
i miss watching u as u try
try not to end up in tears
begging to get back together
i juz want u to be
to be stuck in the second forever
if i'm not doing too well
why be so hard on myself
nobody's perfect i gotta work it
again and again till i get it right
nobody's perfect living you'll love it
and if i'm mess it up sometimes
nobody's perfect
sometimes i work the scheme
but then it peeps on me
doesn't turn out how i plan
just like in quick sand
but no problem cant be solved
once i get involved
i try to be delicate
think crush right into it
but my intentions are good
sometimes just misunderstood
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