3000 miles away can turn you on 7000 miles can turn you on
but not like the way i do when we are against one another
seceret crushes, desperate rushes. influxes of infaction of the situation
ryan tried to drill in my head free love.
love is free.
but isn't it supposed to be special?
a night of seceret crushes, a past where my hair was dark and my skin was light
my my hair is blonde and my soul is light
not being able to be regonized, by my size, color or energy...
constantly changing.
seceret crushes turn to more.
i dont get why my heart it set on somethign i shouldn't adore.
you said the same words about me a month ago...
who will be the next? this sick game you play online, on the phone or on the text.
we are all guilty, of our lies and disguise. but what for. so you want me more?
i just want to be real, know the deal, feel how you feel.
propisitions, intutions, dates, calls, texts emails,
comparision, something that is unfair-a-sion.
430 in the morning and my heart is bleeding with words.
the problem is i know whats right in my heart you just need to know what you deserve.
i used to do the same to you, and u said the same about me
give it a few weeks, and she will also be a used to be.
not many people come in my life, that i let go...
i had my ten year reuion tonight, with almost everyone i know
i can only buy so much of your convient bullshit. and i am running out of money.
but here i am typing away....it's almost funny...
sexuality can be transecened in many forms.
love can not. fucking love. getting hit on, groped, putting my head down and mope.
trying to dance to a beat myself a guy putting his arms around me like he owns my shelf.
i slap his hand and said to get away. sorry sir. its not ur day.
two days and a new crew. the only thing that is missing
is you.
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