I read what you say.
You might remember,
I once told you if I will write about you, in one of my books, a line or a chapter, sad or happy, tragic or dramatic, either way, you will be a part of it. One day I will read it again, maybe I will tear the page out of the book and burn it, nor blackened the line happily. Just so you know, when I fell for you, that was an insane love, a wide deep ocean, wide open for you to dive in. And just so you know, when I stopped, I will be the beach you always wanted to go to and see to calm yourself down, to see what you once have, somewhere you wish you can have time to spend at, when somewhere else is too crowded and too busy, when anywhere else is only hurting you, and when you find no place is good enough for you. Just so you know if you think I was the game, one day you will wake up and realize when you stare in front of the mirror, you are the real game and end up to be my game, and note that you end up to be the one who lose. You wish to play it again and told me, "I want to quit playing, I am tired of my own game, would you ever give me the reality we gonna have and live in?". You will wish.
I might seem to be a quiet, sweet, fragile kind of girl you think you know how to play her close and fool. My head might be too little for you and you might wonder if my brain thinks differently or it is an average girl inside. So you can knock it down easily. Yes, you are playing me close, just for you to see that you're giving me that sharp blade for you to stab in your chest. Keep me, closer honey.
I might be young, too young to appear to be a smartie, so that is why you think I am a fool. A fool for I am able to see that you are an inch water-filled swimming pool with deep dark blue stunning colour. Don't blame me for saying the fact and saying the truth. I am that writer who wrote a chapter of you killing yourself with your own foolishness. You should be afraid of saying, "you are still young, you have so much to learn and so many things to enjoy".
You were supposed to say "You are young and must have learned many things at once, tell me what are those and what have you been learning now?".
Because young people are fast learners, right?
This also brought me to a point, where girls who have multiple guys are actually girls who fed up with guys, like you. Who doesn't? You think you are something else, but you are only a pack of cheap silly rubbers you bring anywhere to keep your own embarrassment, a silly pack of used rubber anyone can find easily anywhere in the city.
I wrote this all with both hate and happy feelings. I hate that you have become someone who is predictable and pretty average, and also happy to be able to predict another high horse. You must know, I know people change, and I am ready to learn something new, from someone fooler, or even better.
I am burning the wire, at 3.32 am. When the rain is pouring.
I once told you if I will write about you, in one of my books, a line or a chapter, sad or happy, tragic or dramatic, either way, you will be a part of it. One day I will read it again, maybe I will tear the page out of the book and burn it, nor blackened the line happily. Just so you know, when I fell for you, that was an insane love, a wide deep ocean, wide open for you to dive in. And just so you know, when I stopped, I will be the beach you always wanted to go to and see to calm yourself down, to see what you once have, somewhere you wish you can have time to spend at, when somewhere else is too crowded and too busy, when anywhere else is only hurting you, and when you find no place is good enough for you. Just so you know if you think I was the game, one day you will wake up and realize when you stare in front of the mirror, you are the real game and end up to be my game, and note that you end up to be the one who lose. You wish to play it again and told me, "I want to quit playing, I am tired of my own game, would you ever give me the reality we gonna have and live in?". You will wish.
I might seem to be a quiet, sweet, fragile kind of girl you think you know how to play her close and fool. My head might be too little for you and you might wonder if my brain thinks differently or it is an average girl inside. So you can knock it down easily. Yes, you are playing me close, just for you to see that you're giving me that sharp blade for you to stab in your chest. Keep me, closer honey.
I might be young, too young to appear to be a smartie, so that is why you think I am a fool. A fool for I am able to see that you are an inch water-filled swimming pool with deep dark blue stunning colour. Don't blame me for saying the fact and saying the truth. I am that writer who wrote a chapter of you killing yourself with your own foolishness. You should be afraid of saying, "you are still young, you have so much to learn and so many things to enjoy".
You were supposed to say "You are young and must have learned many things at once, tell me what are those and what have you been learning now?".
Because young people are fast learners, right?
This also brought me to a point, where girls who have multiple guys are actually girls who fed up with guys, like you. Who doesn't? You think you are something else, but you are only a pack of cheap silly rubbers you bring anywhere to keep your own embarrassment, a silly pack of used rubber anyone can find easily anywhere in the city.
I wrote this all with both hate and happy feelings. I hate that you have become someone who is predictable and pretty average, and also happy to be able to predict another high horse. You must know, I know people change, and I am ready to learn something new, from someone fooler, or even better.
I am burning the wire, at 3.32 am. When the rain is pouring.