I feel sick. Once again, I feel small.
My stomachs swirling with suspicions and worries. I need to puke it out, but yet I keep swallowing it into the back of my throat. There's no possable way I could enjoy how I'm feeling right now. Your head filling with thoughts you don't want to think so you try and close your eyes..
..If you can't see them.. they can't see you.
And you sit in your plastic chair here, and write down how you feel. And perhaps put on some sad music so you can flush it out of your system. Sometimes it's better to cry.
But god dammit you can't let them see you cry.
I'm clueless, perhaps over obsessed.
But I'm not going through another heartbreak. Hell no, I can't indure such measures just for love.
But look what I'm doing, I'm still standing in cement with a hand over my heart, pledging not to do what I'm preaching.
I'm falling in love quicker then I can catch myself.
But but but but but but....
There's no excuses.. there's none to hide you from the mistakes that will soon swallow you whole.
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