

Optimism At Its Most DecievingI haven't spoke in weeks, It seems... My mouth is dry and unsupplied with words of any kind, And my head is too numb to think, when its possibly too happy;Optimism At Its Most Decieving
Why does it feel so weak? Afraid if I begin to talk my mouth will take my words and run, Back to the corner of this empty bedroom, While I'll pretend to stare at her ever so elegantly undressed, Did I mention I'll be vulnerably unnoticed?
No... She won't notice me either, I can't keep these thoughts to myself much longer... Stop, fastforward, rewind, and play back,
While in the mess hoping its an ending none the less, &nb
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Moi;; COME AND WAIT FOR THE WORLD TO CHANGE .
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"Life is a journey, so happy way..."
Visit also my sister's DA account: [link]
What's wrong with ladies? Fuckin sexist
Mmm.. it's the album I know least. Pink Moon ftw. xx
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