Say Something— A Great Big World ft. Christina Aguilera
I remember a man that pointed out my flaws to me,
Slapped me in my face with back handed compliments,
Stole my time & my heart just because.
I fucking hate that man.
I hate him so much.
He made me look at myself,
He made me see ugly things.
He made me realize that my choices where not really mine.
I was a puppet for others
He was a fucked up man.
He is probably still just as fucked up.
To bad I don’t think about him like I use too.
I’m too busy thinking about the man that make me love myself.
The one that calls me Perfect.
He is a real fucking man,
All those before him were cowards.
you don’t have the slightest clue what it feels like to love someone that is a thousand miles away from your touch. you don’t know what it’s fucking like knowing they are having a great time with someone else, someone they can touch. waking up in the middle of the night to thoughts they’d be by your side. you don’t fucking know. I ask you one fucking favor! don’t say “I know how you feel” ever again. you don’t. if you did know you would be crying with me instead of telling me to stop. you would be holding your stomach just as much as I do when you think about it & how sick it makes you feel. Just stop. I know you’re just trying to be a good friend but you’re being a fucking prick. I hate it. Just hold me. Don’t say you love me, that it’ll be fine because you don’t know that at all. Okay? can you just do that for my sanity.
everyone needs to shut the fuck up about me sounding “desperate!” sorry if I can’t nab a fucking mate every other day, I am not that successful. Plus I’m not going to settle for just anyone with a dick & brain. hell no fuck that.
I should be happy, I’m not. I should be dating, I’m not. I should feel beautiful, I feel everything but. I should feel worthy, I don’t. I shouldn’t be scare, but I am scared to death.