Showing off so hard to others that you're happy, only means that you need others acknowledgement about your happiness. You're not actually happy.
Monday, July 9, 2012
Sunday, July 1, 2012
scratch
It's no one night decision
It's bugging me for ages
Keep banging on my door
I don't do drama
and I don't need one
when I just need you to be right here
I need to make it out as words
I need you, this last time, to simply listen
For whatever the end, happiness or sadness
I know I'll stay intact
Go on make me cry, soon I'll be aright
Go on break me, soon I'll be okay
Go on kick out your best no, soon I'll be simply fine
Just let me come forward, come all clean
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