mik0:
I yell and scream not out of anger, but out of fear.
I don’t seem to see much, but feel lust, and only hear.
About what’s happening to us, but we can’t even communicate..
Now we’re hanging by a thread, and when I’m lying on my bed while its late..
it constantly run back in my mind, wow. Fuck.. how fucking great.
Like, fuck. I know I shouldn’t be feeling what I’m feeling.
I’m simple, really, but my mind is complex like the patterns up on my ceiling.
I think too much, and I hope that it doesn’t bother you.
I assume a lot, and that’s what leads us to argue.
But seriously, its not like I want to act this way..
Its just the thought of you finding better has lead me far away,
Far away from a my normal every day sane state of mind,
I’m not the best, I’m just “okay”, but damn.. THAT guy is “great”.
We as people always strive for the better, it’s only natural.
My logic is practical, and I’m just bein’ real. And I can’t seem to say how I feel because my thoughts amount up to a whiney bitch with low self-esteem.
Low self-esteem.. I think lowly of myself, it seems. I think you can do better, and often I feel you’re better than me.
That’s why I scream and I shout. Thats what my problems are about.
I’m not mad, maybe I just love you too much. If that’s even possible..
I don’t want to lose. But it seems you could choose,
Anybody in this fucking world, but what did you do?
You picked me.. and I’m doubting this’ll ever last.
I feel like a fuck up, and I blame all of this on my past.