fredag 6 november 2009

glass-shaped hearts

Why do I have to cry myself to sleep every night just because you're not lying right next to me?
Why do my hands start shivering like leaves everytime I know I'm gonna see you?
Why do I feel the need to pretend to be happy everytime you're around?
Why dooes my head spin everytime I hear you're name?
Why do I always wish I was perfect when you can see me?

I guess that somewhere deep down I want you to feel sorry about it. I want you to miss me at least half as much as I miss you. I guess I want you to be miserable.

Why do I feel like the biggest failure to ever walk these streets?

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