Nov. 18th, 2008

talklikelions: (hannah pretty)
"I wish I had something wrong with me. No...really. I do. Because then it would show. I mean, there would be tangible proof for how weird I feel. Instead of having this outside that makes people think I'm just fine...just perfectly fine and well adjusted. Because how I am, nobody knows how unnormal I feel."




If I could count the amount of people at UMW that have told me how confident and well postured etc I am on the outside.



Nobody knows how unnormal I feel.
talklikelions: (hannah pretty)
You took your coat off and stood in the rain
You were always crazy like that
And I watched from my window
Always felt I was outside
Looking in on you

You were always the mysterious one
With dark eyes and careless hair
You were fashionably sensitive but too cool to care
You stood in my doorway
With nothing to say
Besides some comment on the weather

Well in case you failed to notice
In case you failed to see
This is my heart, bleeding before you...
This is me down on my knees
And these foolish games are tearing me apart
And your thoughtless words are breaking my heart

You're breaking my heart

You're always brilliant in the morning
Smoking your cigarettes and talking over coffee
Your philosophies on art, Baroque moved you
You loved Mozart
And you'd speak of your loved ones
As I clumsily strummed my guitar

Well excuse me...
'Cause I'd mistaken you for somebody else
Somebody who gave a damn
Somebody more like myself

And these foolish games are tearing me
You're tearing me, tearing me apart
And your thoughtless words are breaking my heart

You're breaking my heart.





That song was described everything for years. What am I to think? Hesitation, that's what I'm to think. I have my own issues, thank you very much.

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