it's 3 am on the ceiling clock now, but i can't seem to be able to sleep. it's you im thinking about.
got off the phone with him not long ago, and was left with the few words of ' just ask her how she really really feels, don't keep being caught up in suspension, and one more thing, be strong.' well mario, like i said, im not afraid of asking, im afraid of the answer, well i was proven right i guess.
'what difference does it make' damn it'd make a whole lot of difference, if only you'd know. this really isn't me. im not a person that goes around showing people im happy and everything when i know deep inside im cracking up. but im doing that now. i am, and it's tiring, and i fear that if i continue this way, i'd regret not ever saying the stuff i wanted to. i'd regret everything and waste all my tears on something i know is gone forever.
i don't care if im going against what your best friend wants of you, or whatever my sis has said abt you, its you and me, not me and them , or you and them. 'she still loves you man, i know that, you can save this man, follow your heart.' damn what heart man. i think i flushed it down the toilet bowl.