SATAN'S ICE CREAM TRUCK.
I was happy, but, I feel real sick now. . . Like I'm going to puke out my heart.
I just didn't want him to get hurt.
My heart is in my throat, and, instead of beating...it's jumping.
Why does the one who tries to drive away from hurting people always get it worse, what have I done to deserve any of this...?
Like, being able to call myself "Your Girl" to begin with? That had to be the most amazing feeling I have ever felt.
While I'm jotting this down, I must bring up,
"You're very welcome." How is someone "welcome" unless you are talking about places? I mean, what really is "Your Welcome", was it a phrase used to let the 'rightful' person have the final word, or so the person doing the Thanking doesn't feel regret or guit? This also brings me to though :
Will I ever ever know the answers to my own ridiculous questions?
Kind of like, 'I love you' questions. You never learn the answer and, if you "do", is it really the truth..?
Honestly, Will I ever know how it's supposed to be? Or if I can be so sure on those takers who will be better than me?
I just hope that myself & you can pull through, maybe we'll find each other at the end of the grape-vine?
CHOKETRENDKILL · Fri Jul 27, 2007 @ 09:44am · 0 Comments |