i can't even figure out myself... how am i supposed to figure you out?
its all real. its perfect...almost.
finding myself thinking... too good to be true?
it always is. or is it?
you only learn from your mistakes...
i've made this one before... i became to comfortable in my skin...and it was ripped off. for a while i was ready for it again, but i let my guard down... now what happens? im finding it hard to trust anyone...
but then again i find it so easy to trust.
so instead of no regrets, its talking without saying, holding back.
but still tellin the truth...
it all seems so real. and then again... surreal.
its the sense of security that scares me most of all.
because...if i fall, who is going to catch me?
make everything okay again?
i wish i could believe this life right now, but its so hard....
...
and then its all perfect, so close to it... and i can believe it.
im happy.
actually, truly, as long as i don't think about it.
...
and when i do... my opinion changes every time, and i can't figure out what i want.
its all too confusing, i don't know what to say...or do...
i don't know anything but what i don't want.
i guess that will have to be enough for now. |