my eyes want to fall out of my head.
once again i sit here on a saturday night.
no one to hold
no one to talk to
im alone in this world and that scares the shit out of me
and i know one is going to save me.
its stange how i always picture what could be.
everything about him interests me, so unusual he is.
but it would seem he dosnt want the same as me so im chucked back into the deep end gasping for air.
i wish the world would just let me drownd.
instead you pull me up with your fishing rod of hope.
pull me up
put me in your safe boat where everything seems ok
size me up, gut me out.
then throw me back.
there are plenty more fish in the sea but when do i get to do the catching?
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