what a fool i have been to wonder if he might have a care for me how insane the thought that you could be to him dear in any way.... you know when it's late at night and you're just sitting there and you get to thinking and you look at a few pictures some of you, some of them and you realize that life just didn't mean it to happen that way and you never will forget the way you felt when Romeo kissed Juliette... meh it wasn't meant to happen and wishes are only shooting stars but i'm tired of wishing on shooting stars i'm tired of seeing the moon (only a reflection of who you really are) i just want the sun just....the true light.... who are you really? can you answer your own questions? can you be who you really are? or, in your anxiety to be different, are you conforming... that a more absurd young girl has lived i doubt that you could say... |