He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar, the only reason that makes me wishing on a wishing star, and I try to smile so he won't see.
Here I am again on my way to self-destruction. Loving him even when I know it's not the right thing to do.
Everytime I try to avoid him...I die.
Everytime I try to stop myself from thinking of him..... I lose myself.
And everytime I try to open my eyes....I become too blind to see.
Too blinded to see what's right, too numb to feel stupid and too stupid to feel pathetic.
I know I'm making a fool out of myself, but I can't reason with love.
I don't know what's going on with me, and perhaps the truth is I really don't have the gall to find out.
Because even if I do find out, I know I still won't be able to stop....
......not now, maybe not yet.
...me again.
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..for someone I didn't expect to fall in love with.