Isn't it fun..
The parts of memories slipping by at every useless moment
and you think it has to be
The hope that keeps comming back, when you know it's false, but you rather have false hope then nothing
The way you keep running back in my mind, while I know it's going to hurt sooner or later
Or..
The way I keep related to that feelings, those thoughts, from wish I still don't know how to escape from them
- and the the realizing that you've felt that that too
And the relieve, that you have never agreed with me, when I said that I thought I'm ugly?
You know what I mean..
Then why is it all so cunfusing?