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not here enough I might call you up sometime if I can work up the nerve I wish you lived next door so I could bump into you casually I might be able to say something I am aware that I appear to be looking for love I also know that stars are shining somewhere high above I wish you understood I get distracted easily there was something else I really wanted to say I forget if I deserve what I am looking for I think I have become too afraid to be sure I wish I knew how to get out of where I am is the television talking just to me? I may have become to focused on myself I have been keeping a life upon a shelf I wish you could read the words I do not write would you like to borrow a cup of sugar? I think that maybe I have been alone too long I might have spoiled waiting for another love song I wish I knew if I could handle trying again maybe we could talk about the weather not ready to live not ready to die wandering aimlessly not ready for love not ready to lie wondering what I can be not ready to laugh not ready to cry numb is all I can see not ready for hello not ready for goodbye simply not ready for me simply not ready for me simply not ready for me and it seems so complicated I am not here enough to give you what you deserve I was once riding so high but then I missed a curve I wish you lived next door so I could hear you cry maybe I would remember how and what I mean I am aware that I want to curl up in your arms I also know that I could be melted by your charms I wish I felt I had something worthwhile to give back but I feel so empty sometimes and mostly dead I forget if I deserve what I am looking for I think I have become too afraid to be sure I wish I knew how to get out of where I am is the radio talking just to me? I get lost in rhyming fantasies and songs I used to play I think my dreams got broken and now trip me on my way I wish you could know what I do not say would you like to share some chocolate milk? I think that maybe I have been alone too long I might have spoiled waiting for another love song I wish I knew if I could handle trying again if I could only remember the music not ready to live not ready to die wandering aimlessly not ready for love not ready to lie wondering what I can be not ready to laugh not ready to cry numb is all I can see not ready for hello not ready for goodbye simply not ready for me simply not ready for me simply not ready for me and it seems so complicated I've been playing this game so long pretending everything is alright nobody knows what's going on inside and I work the night shift I've been living out of time so long forget what is pretense, what is real nobody knows how high, how low, how long I don't know how to feel it I don't know how to feel it I don't know how to feel how to feel how to feel how to feel how I am not here enough... I forget if I deserve what I am looking for I think I have become too afraid to be sure I wish I knew how to get out of where I am is the internet talking just to me? woah, candora... what happened? previous - - - - - - - - next - - - - - - - - comment? - - - - - - - -
I love you all for coming... for reading all these words for every click feels like more love (I know that sounds absurd) if I could only tell you... one thing more tonight I'd say I wish you could come home with me and be my friends for life |