the way the skies teardrops slowly richocet off the trees makes me feel complacent. i know that all good things don't last long. soon the clouds will catch up to the suns mistake and pour its heavy thoughts upon me.
i know that you don't like it when i talk about it. but it's what's going through my mind. don't you think it's better to express how i'm feeling than lie to you? i just thought you'd understand. maybe.
you keep stating how i should do what i want. but i can't. it's like you want to leave. but i'm only so old. now i guess you expect me to lie, but i still care for you.
i'd rather hurt you than do that.
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