Living nightmares pop up at the daylight as masked fears.
Its my past memories on how many times i have been rejected.
In a sequence conjuncted together don't come any closer it will be destructive.
Kind of feel-ings, in the middle of and am not ready to love again to back to this romantic feelings.
Like i am on the middle of a train track and the train is getting ready for a death collision course through my skull.
Let me get my feelings out there before my heart gets dull.
And my mouth get frozen shut like a blizzard storm.
Brain is steaming warm escaping these hungry whores.
questioning whether people have been genuine, but am i really genuine.
Or am i really the asshole some people say i am sometimes.
Maybe instead of fast forwarding and accepting i should press decline.
But i won't go so far into this and end up sleep deprived.
Am i ready to love?Do i want my life to end with paint ball and colourful rainbows.
Me just giving you the opportunity is like giving you a bow an arrow.
Telling you how to kill me softly with love or so i thought.......................... so it ends, i guess we just settle for being friends......
