t-t-things...change...j-just...like...p-people... Sunday, 7 June 2009 / 7:51 pm
The title says it all.
I said, the title says it all.
I'm holding on your rope, got me ten feet off the ground.
Maybe, just maybe, if i let go now, I wouldn't have to deal with all these.
If I'd let go, you wouldn't need to see my face anymore.
Wouldn't have to deal with my attitude.
I wouldn't need to spend hours, hours, trying not to decided about, him or her.
I'm hearing what you say, but i just can't make a sound.
And i don't want to.
I'm untouchable.
I want to stay this way.
You treat me like dirt,
or is it just my imagination?