The angles are all wrong now, she's ripping wings off of butterflies..

"She lives in a fairy tale, somewhere too far for us to find.." 

Cause no one will understand what you truly went through, everyone will judge, and some will pretend they understand. When they generalize pain, why is there "small" and "big" problems, when all that it is, are problems. What do we believe in, when all that we believe is fables and dreams that brings you the shivers. I don't get it. I won't get it. Looking forward to the year, new year, new dreams and hopes.. hoping.. for? Somewhere, somehow. Looking at those perfect people, perfect lives, they might have sorrows. But, why does it make you feel so inferior? I need to change. I need to change, for myself.

If it's not real
You can't hold it in your hand
You can't feel it with your heart
And I won't believe it
But if it's true
You can see it with your eyes
Oh, even in the dark
And that's where I want to be.

Immature.

Talk about wanting to be in the center of attention. What happened to we'll have each others back even if one betrays? Your words are plain, action-less, and words of what they call, "forsake". Look at yourself, before wanting to judge others. Immaturity isn't going to get you any far from where you are now, cause well.. i guess that's how much your brain has grown to be in the years of your life. :) How i wish i could link you to this. First impression is always the best, and boy i was so right about you. 

Am i tripping back on what i walked pass?

Am i? 

Choosing what to feel. Is that how things work in the real world? Messing words up in your head, trying to get it phrased right before saying it. Aren't we living the idea of the universe that controls all doings and leave us with one choice, fate. Dwelling back on what used to be, being told over and over makes you actually wonder if that is what you really feel. Do i? Does it? Every morning we wake up hoping that we feel better, slowly forgetting what used to hurt, moving on to what makes us feel alive. Then you feel like this isn't reality. And you sit there, thinking why did we choose to let this happen. And then what if it does, happen again? What if? Why does the brain work in such a way, leaving you in the mid of a horror movie with no end; there's literally no way out.

Help me find a way out, don't mix my path up.

Itstimetoletitgo..

You appear just like a dream to me..

Yeah, when my world is falling apart,

When there's no light to break up the dark..

That's when I, I, I look at you..

You appear just like a dream to me,

Just like kaleidoscope colors that cover me,

All I need, every breath that I breathe,

Don't you know, you're beautiful..

Choked up with words.

I never can, and never will truly hate you.

Saying stupid things. Being a real pain. Sometimes, i wish i could really kill you for the things you say. 

Hating you isn't going to make things any better. And not talking to you, makes me feel worse every time you try to make it up to me. Why? Cause we're blood bonded. As much as i can hate over you, my love is much stronger than what i can hate you with. From the bad things i wish i could say, to the things i complain about.. you are one person who can instantly swing my mood to the best to the worst. You say that i say things to the world, the worse things.. but you should ask them how much i really talk highly of how you are, when all you think i say is the bad things.. You are the one i look up to, forced to i can say. But i choose to. And i don't regret. Cause i did learn a lot. With you, things are the worst in so many different ways, cause you just know the ways to hurt me with your painful words. But when you come begging for help, i just can't help but feel like i don't want to, and the next minute, i just sit there, finishing where i left by saying no, cause in the end, you are my priority. You say i choose the rest of this part of my life, well.. i am left with no choice cause i've seen too much that i shouldn't have which left me wounded.. If i had you to talk to, and rant to.. i wouldn't need the other company to sob to. You should know that more than anything in this world, this part of my life means the most to me. My future is us growing up together, all the painful memories that we shared, including the happy ones, cause they over power the bad ones anytime. For the love of sisterhood, i have to say, as much as i willingly want to hate you, my heart just won't find the space to let the hate in. I guess god left us that way.. Sorry for the times i wish you just left me alone, i didn't mean them. You'd probably never see this, but at least it makes me feel good that i got to say it somewhere. Yeah, i love you. But sometimes i wish you knew how to say things. Who cares. I made my point, you're always important to me, as much as i bitch about you. I never bad mouthed about you to third people. Only to those i share my feelings to. So if that seemed wrong, i'm sorry. 

To the words that are never said, cheers!

"Big Dreams" they say..

To dreams and desire?

I'm sorry, Previta, but concerning your dream job, did you want a salary,  royalties, commissions... or all three?  How many weeks vacation are you expecting?  Are you willing to share the New York apartment?  Oh, and should your London assistant speak French? Or will your  French be sufficient by then?  Helps to have a plan, mais oui?     The Universe And who will you groom to cover for you, Previta, once you start  to inspire people through your art and become rich?

Ahbieeeee.

Here i go, scream my lungs out, trying to get to you, you are my only one. I let go, cause there's just no one that gets me like you do, you are my only one. 

If there is one wish i made come true, that was you, cause you made all the other wish seem possible. And you're my only one. I love you, and i promise there's no turning back in this. 

You're my IT.

When the past haunts your "happily ever after" where do you turn to?

Sometimes, you wish you could turn back time..

One mistake and you walk around feeling like you have a board hung on your neck, walking the hall of shame.. i didn't ask for it, no one does. So being in love, and having things happened makes someone perfect? Perfection? Who ever created that? I don't want to be perfect, no one is. When you're in love, everything you do is just right, so right that nothing ever comes in the book of wrong doings, but when shits happen, the whole world looks at you like you've murdered a whole nation. Why? Why do we live by the stereotypical mind, believing that perfection does exist? 

I'm sorry i can't be perfect.

fuck perfection