Sometimes I really wanna talk.
Sometimes I forget I’m -not- that sweet girl that needs attention.
Sometimes I want a hug because the world may be falling apart.
And the next morning I wake up and just think about myself as a fool.
One day I can smile hard and in the next, cry harder.
I can beg someone to be with me and two seconds after I can beg for him to leave me alone.
That’s what I do, what I hate the most about me.
I hate missing a voice, an arm, a song. I hate missing a call or even the way things were before.
But I what I hate the most is to feel.
Because when you feel, you just can’t let you, you can’t control, you can’t step back.
But sometimes I really wanna talk.
Sometimes I really need attention.
But I swear I’ll learn to live with this
Und immerwieder diese süßen Endorphine-Schübe
