Little me

The words I say is not the ones you like to hear
when I sit in silence, you prefer to ignore
silence is easy, it just becomes me
every singel tear is a tear of my worried mind
I would like to belive one day my hopes all come true

I know sometimes I talk to much
and I don't think before the words leave my mouth
I go blindfolded in to situations
don't think twice before and ends upp regretting or pleased

I don't know, its just the way I am
sometimes I wish I could change
or maybe I should just stop

stop wondering so much about... everything and nothing

I know I sometimes I talk to much
just to keep my thoughts at ease
You might think that I'm really open and easy going
and some days I am

but somedays I just feel like a fraud
leading people to think
that I'm something else then just another
black soul

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