And someday, I hope that my sadness will be replaced by something beautiful.
They've got planes & trains & cars.
But I'd walk to you if I had no other way.
No human is perfect, and that's fine, that's okay. That's the way it should be. This is life and imperfection is beautiful and don't be afraid of that.
I'm the type of girl who could have tears streaming down my face, and still insist that everything is fine.
I'm tired of being the last choice.
She smiled softly but this time it was different. Her face smiled but her eyes didn't.
Welcome to our society. You will be judged on what you wear, which music you listen to, what you look like, how you act, who you hang around with, and on practically every other personal trait and imperfection about you, and you'll be made fun of for being who you are. Enjoy your stay.
At 4 am she lays in bed, listening to her favourite band, thinking of all the things she's done wrong. At 4 am she thinks of all those who left, she blames herself for them leaving. Suddenly she starts crying, she finally lets it all out. She's not as strong as she once was.
It's sad.
When you try to pick up a conversation with someone you haven't talked to in a while and used to be close to, but you notice that they don't make any effort to talk to you and just push you further away to the point where you realize that things have changed and it'd be probably better to let go. People come and go, sadly. Even the ones you thought you'd never lose.
And if you don't love me, as I do you; I understand because, who would really choose a daisy in a field of roses?
