Your voice is the soundtrack of my summer
Do you know you're unlike any other
You'll always be my thunder
Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors
I won't ever want another
You'll always be my thunder, so bring, on the rain. Bring on the thunder.
There's a certain person that I feel sometimes I get along with so well, but at other times that person seems annoyed and mad at me. When that happens, I don't know what to do; I just get all frustrated at myself and start to think. Like honestly, at time it's like I'm there for their enjoyment when they're bored. I don't know what to think or do.
But then again, maybe it's really nothing and in reality it's nothing big.
Some people tell me I'm an awkward person, but I don't know how I am. And when I'm told that I just get so mad an frustrated because being an "awkward person" isn't good; nobody likes to be awkward... I don't even think my actions make me awkward anymore.
Argh, don't you hate it when you want to get to know someone but you can't? At the same time you're also nervous. Hateeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Infatuations (i think this is one) sucks.
Last thing, I recently hard a lot of things about a certain someone (not the same person mentioned above) and I actually believe it. Sigh, if only I heard about it a couple months back.
I was naive.
And to that person's next victim, watch out. He/She is not who you might think they are.
If you don't believe, then I hope it gives you hell.
But other than those things, I'm really happy now :D, I feel great. Summer hasn't been the torture I predicted. Rather, I'm enjoying it. I've gotten closer to some people, made some progress, got a guitar, and I'll be prepared for the SATs.
Today's lyrics actually took some debating. I was considering between They Don't Really Care About Us, The Show, Beautiful, and Doushite Kimi Wo Suki Ni Natte Shimattan Darou.
But I'll go with The Show
I'm just a little bit caught in the middle, life is a maze, and love is a riddle
I don't know where to go, can't do it alone, I've tried
and I don't know why
Slow it down, make it stop, or else my heart is going to pop
Cause it's too much, yeah it's a lot.
To be something that I'm now
I'm a fool, out of love. Cause I just can't get enough
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