There is no place like home, when you've got no place to go.

15/12/14

yeah i know, i've said to myself like a hundred times since i met you "hey, slow down", and now here i'm, not knowing what to feel or what to do, or if you feel or if you don't, holding on. why? why can't we just let go when it's getting complicated, when we feel it's wrong? why do we keep hurting ourselves? now you wanna go and leave me here, and why? tell me why. i knew, i knew it from the beginning. i should have listened to myself, i shouldn't have put you so high because now you are going down and, you know.. i'm afraid of highs.

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