I hate being grounded
I'm slowly getting ungrounded..I can feel it :) My dad's letting up.
I just need September 27 to be GOOD. Please oh please.
In other news..lumalabo :( I really don't even know who I'm writing about, sometimes HAHAHA.
I missed alot of my friends, this weekend. Hay.
You've grown into a mystery, and I'm (so suddenly) unsure. All I can say for certain is that this hasn't happened before. When I call you a stranger, slowly to myself, I don't mean it in the way that I should. I mean that I don't know you the way that I would if I could. I mean that your name and your face and the way you fit into the subject of "you and I", are questions I can't comprehend. I mean that the answers I wish we could come up with, leave me at my wits' end.
You've grown to become a reason, inching your way into my head..and I'm running out of excuses. I'm running out of rhymes, I'm running out of luck and I'm going insane, trying to make my mind up so I can catch you before I let you run out the door. Because something, some tiny little echo in the back of my head, is telling me that this could be so much more than what I imply.
I can see myself, struggling, so clearly; hiding behind my half meant lines..the lines that I drop so often that I've made quite a mess of emotions. I'd take full responsibility for all this confusion if I could honestly say that you -and the way you are just so you; didn't deserve much more credit than I'll probably ever let you know.
I just need September 27 to be GOOD. Please oh please.
In other news..lumalabo :( I really don't even know who I'm writing about, sometimes HAHAHA.
I missed alot of my friends, this weekend. Hay.
You've grown into a mystery, and I'm (so suddenly) unsure. All I can say for certain is that this hasn't happened before. When I call you a stranger, slowly to myself, I don't mean it in the way that I should. I mean that I don't know you the way that I would if I could. I mean that your name and your face and the way you fit into the subject of "you and I", are questions I can't comprehend. I mean that the answers I wish we could come up with, leave me at my wits' end.
You've grown to become a reason, inching your way into my head..and I'm running out of excuses. I'm running out of rhymes, I'm running out of luck and I'm going insane, trying to make my mind up so I can catch you before I let you run out the door. Because something, some tiny little echo in the back of my head, is telling me that this could be so much more than what I imply.
I can see myself, struggling, so clearly; hiding behind my half meant lines..the lines that I drop so often that I've made quite a mess of emotions. I'd take full responsibility for all this confusion if I could honestly say that you -and the way you are just so you; didn't deserve much more credit than I'll probably ever let you know.