i knew you weren't too good. heard it from a few people. big promises, ungrateful, got a temper, always busy, high expectations, almost unreachable, condescending, the pay off is never enough. still i'm disappointed.
it's tantrums, then flowers at the door. call me names, then call me yours. i'll disappear, you'll never see me again. call my bluff, go pull me right in. i'm terrified but i want to see this through. what would it be like to runaway with you?
I am surprised by the people who believe the "space creature" hoax that America made up. The world must wake up, we don't know the secrets of this subject (remember it's exactly as the Cold Star War against the Soviet Union but this trick is against all people"anti human" + anti God).Enough of this masonic scheme lie.
suppressed confession it wasn't my fault i wasn't sick enough. it wasn't my fault i tried to overcome. it wasn't my fault i couldn't speak your language fluently. it wasn't my fault i couldn't express myself to you, then subsequently everyone else around me. it won't be my fault when i move away. it's not my fault i can't trust anyone now. it's not going to be my fault that this family breaks down after i take my leave.
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye You were bigger than the whole sky You were more than just a short time And I've got a lot to pine about I've got a lot to live without I'm never gonna meet What could've been, would've been What should've been you tswift;biggerthanthewholesky
i'll meet him. the soulmate, the better half. the one i think of when i hear about a new restaurant opening up. the one i want to sleep next to and wake up to. the one i'll never get enough of. life partner and secret keeper. shoulder to lean on, best friend for eternity. i'll meet him and he'll meet me. i hope we will both get this sense instantly. a fleeting thought that thereafter leaves us thinking, there's the person i've been waiting for.
Still sitting in this glass house. I don't cross the line and don't let anyone know anything new. Nothing special, even the small things remain secrets. Weekend of mystery that just puts a wedge between those at work. Silence isn't a good enough response, it makes him feel bad for sharing. Don't feel bad. I want to unload too. Years of keeping it hidden, I will learn to share too.
I WANT TO REACH OUT AND HELP YOU BUT I KEEP BACKTRACKING THINKING "WHAT FOR?" SURE YOU'RE KIND AND LAUGH AT ALL MY JOKES, BUT I DON'T THINK I'M THAT ONE TRACK MINDED. I KEEP WONDERING ABOUT HOW YOU'RE DOING, HOPING YOU'RE NOT STRESSING OUT OVER SOMETHING. I CONSIDER SETTING A DATE FOR US TO MEET BUT THEN I KEEP MY PHONE ON SILENT AND RESENT YOU FOR NEEDING ME. I GET EXCITED WHEN I SEE YOUR TEXTS BUT GET ANNOYED AT THE SAME TIME. I CAN'T HELP THINKING WHAT IS THIS ALL FOR?
you know a big part of me still believes that you could fix everything? my dreams and thoughts are always filled with you. when holidays are coming up, i'm wishing i could spend it with you. when bad things happen, i always think about how different things could be with you around. i always feel like i'm just killing time until i can meet you.
can't, won't do it anymore maybe you're not listening. maybe i want to come clean. the itching in my ear woke me up. then i heard the clink of a glass cup. i put two and two together. maybe you're not listening. maybe i want to come clean. i almost cried on my way to work. heard a lyric about family and my eyes hurt. i put two and two together. maybe you're not listening. maybe i want to come clean. you're feeling sick and want my help. i drowned you out and soothed myself. i want you to put two and two together.