It's difficult how everyone particularly looks at you a certain way.
How no one looks at you how you wish they would.
How brimming thoughts at the surface,enclose all your possible cover-ups.
Your effort all gone to waste,by your internal fights with fate.
But it is,what it is.
Kismet.
Everyone is a hypocrite,but none of us admit it.
Will no one see past this?
x.
I wish I shut my mouth,sometimes I think it does more good to you doesn't it?
I'm sorry I'm not of any help.
I told you so.
I don't say the right things all the time.
In your case,I never do,do I?
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