Friday, June 03, 2005
seashell.
i don't mean to do this.
but you leave me no other alternative.
its just the way you're acting.
cold war.
you're lost.
you're in your own world.
everything's just cramming up on you.
you're buried.
but you don't know it.
you're just living each day as it passes.
you don't bother to save yourself.
so no one can save you.
` if onlyy
if you could just pull yourself out.
then maybe i could stop feeling this way.
i could stop thinking.
i could possibly stop feeling helpless.
you have to help yourself.
cause no one can.
i still love you anyway.
all messed up;
10:36 AM