| I guess it was that time of the year to re-read my xanga. Looks like, despite changing drastically, I am still the same. In the same situation, always pining for something/someone and it never quite turns out, and then wallowing in self-pity. (See last sentence.)
Wow. |
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| if heaven knew the reason
that I'm in the state I'm in
angels would come calling
just to bring you back home again
if I could tell them why
I feel the way I do
they would come running
just to bring my heart
back to you
but I can't go on pretending
that they'll be a happy ending
and I still want you for my life
but I know it isn't right
and all of the stars in heaven
I saw yours shining bright
and of all my heart's desires
I wished for your love tonight
just trying to find a reason
how I could lose a love so true
just trying to find
what happened
to the best thing I ever knew
if I could find a way
you know I'd make it all up to
cause taking you for granted
is the last thing I wanted to do
but I can't go on pretending
that they'll be a happy ending
and I still want you for my life
but I know it isn't right
and all of the stars in heaven
I saw yours shining bright
and of all my heart's desires
I wished for your love tonight
and all of the stars in heaven
I saw yours shining bright
and of all my heart's desires
I wished for your love tonight
...is this what happens when you've finally grown apart? or is it because i've lost myself? fuck.
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| i have never felt so alone and self loathing.
and trapped.
and i want you to come here and hold me. and make it go away.
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| i want life to consist of waffles and coffee and crying and conversation. and i want to be loved. |
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| j'ai raison. mais, j'ai deja su ça. tu ne pourrais pas changer. |
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