wrong

that you must kill on your throat before they come out

all that you must kill and wait for rebirth

work for rebirth

all you just cant help missing

all you just cant help wishing

time

sitting, waiting, wishing - like that song

i must not trust my judgement, though it is a real part of who i am

my misjudgement helped me come a long way

yet i cant trust it

too many nice people have proved me wrong

all that you must kill on your throat - or replace by something else, elsewhere, to somebody else, so nothing happens

wrong

as if you could actually stop anything from happening

i just wanted to let you know i am a nice person, despite the fact that i spent a long time telling you im not. i was just afraid i wouldnt be for you, i would turn out to be a disappointment. and  by trying to avoid it, i just did it, to me (for sure) and to you (most probably)

they say it's hard to find really nice people out there, but for some reason these nice people always happen to cross my way - which is great

when i dont screw it up

sorry if i did - twice -- or maybe even three times

sorry if im afraid of saying sorry straight to you, of saying sorry again. i just have said too much and it all came out wrong. it wouldnt be fare to either of us to give myself another chance.

yet it is the one thing i wanted.

i'm getting kinda tired of all this.