False.
That's false, and it's bothering me. I don't know why...
I'm not false...not in that way anyway... (probably in so many others)
Why is this bothering me? Like I have some responsability or somehing... I don't. Yet it still bothers me. This is one of the parts I hate about myself; I just seem to care when I shouldn't. Not interfer, I don't do that.. but care. Things bother me when they shouldn't. I just know that you shouldn't continue with this false crap. It will not help you.
and it certainly will not help me...
Why can't just some people let go of that burning coal of theirs... the one they have in their hands. The one they pretend to through away, when they actually keep it... they don't let it fly away, slipper, from their hands.
You can't heal a burned hand without cooling it down from the heat it got burned by.
You can't expect to get that extra intension for your lovely hands when they haven't healed.
And you certainly can't expect anyone, anyone... to cure your wounds...Not when they know, that you still keep that little piece of coal in your hands. Some will always know, or get to know.
and why can't I... why? Why can't I release my mind from these things. Why can't I stop caring?
And why do I always think so damn good about everyone?
I'm just one call away. One.
Yesterday I was 3000 messeges away. Not anymore.
That call could be from you, you know...
I do miss you.
I'm not false...not in that way anyway... (probably in so many others)
Why is this bothering me? Like I have some responsability or somehing... I don't. Yet it still bothers me. This is one of the parts I hate about myself; I just seem to care when I shouldn't. Not interfer, I don't do that.. but care. Things bother me when they shouldn't. I just know that you shouldn't continue with this false crap. It will not help you.
and it certainly will not help me...
Why can't just some people let go of that burning coal of theirs... the one they have in their hands. The one they pretend to through away, when they actually keep it... they don't let it fly away, slipper, from their hands.
You can't heal a burned hand without cooling it down from the heat it got burned by.
You can't expect to get that extra intension for your lovely hands when they haven't healed.
And you certainly can't expect anyone, anyone... to cure your wounds...Not when they know, that you still keep that little piece of coal in your hands. Some will always know, or get to know.
and why can't I... why? Why can't I release my mind from these things. Why can't I stop caring?
And why do I always think so damn good about everyone?
Ikimasu! Ikimasu watashi no tomodachi.
Ni eien.
Ni eien.
Yesterday I was 3000 messeges away. Not anymore.
That call could be from you, you know...
I do miss you.
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Postat av: Check my IP address, bitch ;P
Whoever you miss, give her a ring.
Postat av: No, chech MY ip adress!
Who says it's a girl...;P
Postat av: I reckon you know my IP address by now...
Well like you're going on about not being gay and all, it's pretty obvious now isn't it?
Postat av: I know your Ips;_
It's certainly not a boy;P
Postat av: Darn
Well then, there you go! :P
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