seems like playing pretend when you're a little kid is the funnest possible venture....
now that i see adult versions of this, i'm not so sure....
"i close my eyes i look away
that’s just because i’m not okay.
but i hold on, i stay strong,
wondering if we still belong-
how long do i fantasize,
make believe that it’s still alive
imagine that i am good enough
and we can choose the ones we love....
every move we make,
seems like no one’s letting go,
and it’s such a shame,
cause if you feel the same,
how am i supposed to know?
will we ever say the words we’re feeling?
reach down underneath, and tear down all the walls
will we ever have a happy ending?
or will we forever only be pretending?"
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