Thursday, January 31, 2008
Hands down.Who are we kidding? We speak about honesty and being all truthful, to everyone else, but never to ourselves.Here I amRed high heelsYellow dressPerfect nailsLips like velvetDon’t you want me, baby?I need to get away. I need to run away. Shut off from the rest of the world with company worth keeping and a bottle to drown my "swimming-capable" sorrows.What you need isnt someone who will prove trustworthy so you can lie helplessly in their arms. You dont need someone who'll make sure you need them. You need someone who'll build you up. And that means someone who will do everything they can to make sure you dont need them, and then simply hope, of your free choice that you wont leave. Someone themselves who doesnt worry about trust, but will be fearlessly open because he knows his heart is strong enough to survive it if you do go.
Ill never be as low as you.
Thanks for the songs babe, love you.and to a reformed depressee, a day late;Happy 18th Bren