I'm alone again and who would have thought that I am still the kid everyone left and forgot? But at least my bed is comfortable so I guess that I am too. I'll wrap myself up in blankets and in thoughts made of you. And things could get so much better and so much worse. And I guess I'll see which one comes first. But for now I only know it hurts. Please don't look at me like that, like you know me as a fact. Because I am more than the kid who just sits in the back. Whose voice is never heard; who never speaks a word. Because I am more than the fact that I'm so insecure. You don't know me at all. You're a friend that never calls making small talk so small. We're not different, just tall. If there's one thing I've learned in the books I have read, if there's something left to say than it's better left unsaid. We're not mature, just tall. Sometimes when bridges burn the fire often spreads with no reasons left to stay but nowhere to go instead.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
