I never knew Fall Out Boys could get me think. On what I want. Not what they want. Not what I should and should not do. But what I want to do. I want good and bad things. Possible and impossible things. I want to untangle the mess in my heart and patch up the scars that remain. But I cant. Because no matter what I want or need, I can't help but put them first. Their happiness is first. I guess its what I get for being attached. She still waits for another person, and I'm just a friend for he. I tell myself I'm okay with that, and I am. But. There's a selfish part in my head saying I should go for what I want. All I can do is smother it down and lay here. Looking up. Imagining things as if they'd go my way. Until then, I can only turn up my music and draft into a world of possibilities.
