"..:I got a lot to say to you, Yeah, I got a lot to say.
I noticed your eyes are always glued to me
Keeping them here
And it makes no sense at all
They taped over your mouth
Scribbled out the truth with their lies
You little spies
They taped over your mouth
Scribbled out the truth with their lies
You little spies..."
This is me. A girl singing along to an old, yet legendary Paramore song during the weekends because, well, the outsiders aren't worth my company.
Spending your lifetime worrying about connecting with people is rather unhealthy...especially for a teen who technically, is an 'orphan', or to be more specific....a mistake.
My whole life has been a mistake, I've never, and I mean not for even once, bonded with a human being properly. I'm always awkward, always shy, always eerie and rarely happy.
I try, so hard, to make a good conversation. I know a lot of people, it's just that I never got to talk about me, I'm basically a beneficial living body. Whenever it comes to me, it always stops to a halt. I've always been the mute, everything I say is a joke. They're never interested, talking behind my back...literally.
I might be a weird blonde, but I just want to fit in.
"...Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone
Just the one-two of us, who's counting on
That never happens
I guess I'm dreaming again
Let's be more than this
If you want to play it like a game
Well, come on, come on, let's play
Cause I'd rather waste my life pretending
Than have to forget you for one whole minute..."
YOU ARE READING
Therapist
RomanceHow could I be needing help when I'm the one to grant it How could a patient of mine make me desire the forbidden How could I hold the feelings that are soon to be erupted Where am I going to keep my needs hidden
