Hold my hand and pull me under
You don’t.
You walk away.
Leave me up there all by myself.
I don’t know why.
Its just happening.
And I can’t get a grip on you.
I can’t move.
But I can see.
The shadow you cast as you dissapear.
You’re not the first.
You won’t be the last.
Will you hold my hand and bring me along?
Don’t leave me here behind.
I want to fall as much as you do.
I want the cold sharp sting as we hit the surface.
It doesn’t matter that they’re gone.
And it doesn’t have to be you.
I just don’t want to be alone.
Its not about love by the by.
And this week is gonna suck like hell.
Fml.
5.30, 6.30, Test, Presentation, Term Paper.
Awesome.
Hands down, I’m too proud for love.
But with eyes shut,
.
Nada.
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