I dont wna always be the second person.
I dont wna get false hopes.
I dont wna feel happy for nothing.
I dont wna face up to your idiosyncrasies.
I dont wna see your true feelings.
I thought i could endure it.
I thought i could smile over it.
I thought i could pretend nothing happened.
I thought i could ignore it.
I thought i could live with it.
I thought i could hide my feelings.
Sometimes i bluff myself that as long as i dont think about it, i could create something new myself. And then i think to myself how long i could hide.
Talk about living in self-denial.
Then i stared into your eyes of concern.. Not for me.
Seeing you it kills me now. Now.
Noone gives a shit about.
That's what you get, when you let your heart win.
崩溃.
