Provided if i was ever to be happy again, i will love everyone. I am still holding on to a thin string of believe that god has plans for me. Great plans.
Isn't the brain responsible for all your actions and all your emotions, but why does the heart get all the credit when the brain does all the job? I thought the brain was to blame for falling in love, for being in love, for being so hopeful, for hoping for o much, for remembering, for reminiscing?
Knock out some neurons out of me, i don't want to remember. Knock them out hard, how i wish i never met you. Someone so beautiful, someone so sweet. Someone who is potential to destroy the very last of me. Kill me, kill this memory. No one wants someone moping around in this world, busy being sad.
Drive, drive, drive. Drive away and away from whats making me to hold on. I don't want to hold on to something that was never there. Gripping on ever so tightly to thin air. In reality, you're falling. Falling down, ever so fast. Hitting the bottom, crashing and burning.
I walk, i crawl, losing everything and waiting for the downfall. Falling is a risk, loving is a risk. Risking your feelings for a stranger, it's stupid. It's moronic, it's idioitic, it's insane. It's beautiful. Though, falling seems like a very different risk? You know what to expect when you reach the bottom. A loud crash, an ending.
An ending? Liar.
After a fall, there's always a rise. An awakening, a new beginning. You just wait, i'll make you regret/. Loving you was not worht the wait. Im sorry im not good enough for you. Im sorry im a waste of your time. Thank you for bringing me down.
But then again, it turns out.
Maybe i was just in love with my imaginations?
Could be.
I don't love you.
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