coming across old text messages
makes me want to puke
makes it hard to breathe...
what you said in them,
the words couldn't be sweeter
but they do become more painful at every viewing without failure.
how can we kiss without wanting it again?
how can we hug without not wanting to separate?
how can your head lay there on my chest...
without feeling a comfort everlasting?
how can your laughter not mean you're happy?
"i'll never be the same,
yeah...I'll never be the same again..." Note:- these particular lines have been stolen, from the following song:-
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Now playing: The Honorary Title - Only One Week
via FoxyTunes
this song is like something i wrote in my sleep, except that i can't write, bleh...wish i could. it's such an attractive quality. one that men use to portray so many lies, i wouldn't though...although, now that i think of it...im happy i can't write poetry or prose or anything very well, because i believe that the ability to write well makes you deceitful.if you can write the stories of fictional characters, you tend to weave some of the 'fiction' in your own lives to screw with people's brains (e.g seduction, serenading)...ugh...that's why i hate male writers, except the humorous ones...I'd rather write the truth about myself and the world in the form of un-beautiful mediocre text.
lyrics of 'only one week':-
Have your lips graced another's yet or am I the only one?
Every time I try to speak to you, those are the thoughts that run
Say something else girl, I don't wanna have to leave
Our communication is hardly what it used to be
When can I claim you to be
My own, so selfishly?
When can I claim you to be
My own, my only?
Want nothing more than our futures to collide
Can't tell this is gonna be one of many disappointing nights
Traces of you are so minimal
A black and white by photo booth with us
When can I claim you to be
My own, so selfishly?
When can I claim you to be
My own, my only?
And I have only one week to make you mine
And I may never see you again
It's not only for me, it's not only for me
There's a little bit, little bit here for you
But I'm willing to wait, I'm willing
Day time is no longer the hours spent
[Incomprehensible] rather the hours to obsess
And the night is far worse
'Cause I know you're alone with her
And thoughts of, of us have been deserted
It will never be the same
I'll never be the same again
I will never be the same again
I have only one week to make you mine
And I may never see you again
Time is few and far between
There is someone else who needs
There is someone else who needs your attention
But I'm willing to wait, I am willing to wait
I'm willing to wait, I'm willing to wait
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