Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
There's always some reason
To feel not good enough
Feeling a little ... Eh. Blah. Melancholy.
Been doing a lot of thinking. Dangerous, I know :-P But I risked it.
I just ... I don't know :-) Actually, I know what I want to say, but I don't know how to say it ... Well, write it. You know?
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness
Oh, this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees
I've always looked at girls who feel that they *have* to have a boyfriend to be happy and gone ... "Get a life". Because I don't believe, and I will never believe, that you have to have a girlfriend/boyfriend/partner to be happy. You should be able to be happy on your own, you know?
But lately ... I've found myself wanting that ...
No! I don't know why! Am I crazy?!
Not because I think that it would make me happy ... The truth is, most of the time I'm happy with my life right now. I've never been closer to my friends. I know that I can be totally honest with them, and at the end of the day, they'll still be there. Same with my mum and dad. I'm not afraid of "upsetting" people now. I will speak up if I'm not happy. I'm no longer a doormat. I'm happy with my job. I don't have any worries about bills, or buying food anymore.
But sometimes ... I just think ...
It would be nice.
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie