在想跟你做坏蛋的事

x im sorry

From walking home and talking loads
To seeing shows in evening clothes with you
From nervous touch and getting drunk
To staying up and waking up with you

But now we’re slipping at the edge
Holding something we don’t need
All this delusion in our heads
Is gonna bring us to our knees

So come on, let it go
Just let it be
Why don’t you be you
And I’ll be me?
Everything that’s broke
Leave it to the breeze
Why don’t you be you
And I’ll be me?
And I’ll be me

From throwing clothes across the floor
To teeth and claws and slamming doors at you
If this is all we’re living for
Why are we doing it, doing it, doing it anymore?

I used to recognize myself
It’s funny how reflections change
When we’re becoming something else
I think it’s time to walk away

So come on, let it go
Just let it be
Why don’t you be you
And I’ll be me?
Everything that’s broke
Leave it to the breeze
Why don’t you be you
And I’ll be me?
And I’ll be me

Trying to fit your hand inside of mine
When we know it just don’t belong
There’s no force on earth
Could make it feel right, no

Whoa

Trying to push this problem up the hill
When it’s just too heavy to hold
Think now’s the time to let it slide

So come on, let it go
Just let it be
Why don’t you be you
And I’ll be me?
Everything that’s broke
Leave it to the breeze
Let the ashes fall
Forget about me

Come on, let it go
Just let it be
Why don’t you be you
And I’ll be me?
And I’ll be me

it’s not your fault so please stop your crying now.

c’est la vie …

i never meant to be all the bad things i have been. This world is a full cycle of cause and effect and whether you like it or not, it is, unfortunately, karma. Simply said , even the kindest souls these days live for themselves. Whoever that is up there gave us a pair of eyes to conveniently see what is in front of us but not eyes above or below because i very much believe that no one should behave anymore pompous than anyone else. We were all made only to live and see life ahead of us, but sadly, slowly but surely, see it fade away as time catches up and we will then find it hard to patch ourselves up both on the inside and out.

a boy i cared so dearly for used to tell me years after years after years after years to stop chasing people away and i would always say, “but it’s better this way”. it is unfortunately a disease i cant shake off.whenever i think i don’t know what i want anymore, i’m too much of a coward to say it so i sharpen the sharpest knife, and stab people where it matters the most. but it scares me that they still want in and they ignite that hope again, only to fuck up once more. so i always make sure to stab a little deeper each time so they can finally be the one to pull the trigger and leave.  That is a regret i will have to carry with me person through person.

i know there is bliss in silence and great pleasure in listening
and i know about the acceptance and the giving away.

 

sadly, i couldn’t find it in me to care anymore.