Sometimes you just get sick of choices. When there's no one to tell you what to do you only have yourself to blame. And I'm sick of blaming me, I've had enough. Why can't people just be happy with the choices they've made, why do we keep dwelling?
So I figure, if there's no choices, you can't make the wrong decision, right? That's a theory at least. Then on the other hand, it simply boils down to me being scared of taking the blame for my own choices, scared of facing myself when I'm there alone in the end.
I hate the fact that I let you affect me so much, too much. That makes the whole thought of you turn sour. And this is not what I want, you are not what I want, but still, you are the only one that I want and the only one I've ever wanted. What ever you did to get in to my head, undo it cause I don't want you there anymore.
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