Tell me what your worst fears are. I bet they look a lot like mine. Tell me what you think about when you can't fall asleepat night. Tell me that you're struggling. Tell me that you're scared. No, Tell me that you're terrified of life. Tell me that it's difficult to not think of death sometimes. Tell me how you lost. Tell me how he left. Tell me how she left. Tell me how you lost everything that you had. Tell me that it ain't ever coming back. Tell me about God. Tell me about love. Tell me that it's all of the above. Say you think of everything in fear. I bet you're not the only one does.
I was born in the arms of imaginary friends free to roam, made a home out of everywhere I’ve been then you come crashing in, like the realest thing trying my best to understand all that your love can bring
oh half of my heart’s got a grip on the situation half of my heart takes time half of my heart’s got a right mind to tell you that I can’t keep loving you (can’t keep loving you) oh, with half of my heart
I was made to believe i’d never love somebody else I made a plan, stay the man who can only love himself lonely was the song I sang, ‘til the day you came Showing me another way and all that my love can bring
oh half of my heart’s got a grip on the situation half of my heart takes time half of my heart’s got a right mind to tell you that I can’t keep loving you (can’t keep loving you) oh, with half of my heart with half of my heart
your faith is strong but I can only fall short for so long Down the road, later on you will hate that I never gave more to you than half of my heart but I can’t stop loving you I can’t stop loving you but I can’t stop loving you with half of my…
half of my heart half of my heart
half of my heart’s got a real good imagination half of my heart’s got you half of my heart’s got a right mind to tell you that half of my heart won’t do
half of my heart is a shotgun wedding to a bride with a paper ring And half of my heart is the part of a man who’s never truly loved anything
“You were falling asleep when you said you’d do something for me, I’m returning the favor.”—
I mean, really?
You’re going to hold it against me that I fell asleep while rubbing your back?
So when I asked you to send me sweet texts tonight you said yes but meant no because you decided you’re going to “return the favor.”
I got to work this morning, at 6:50 am, Went on break around ten, went to my car.. and realized theres a huge freakin dent in my back bumper. I started to question what happened. Did I back into Blake’s truck? Did somebody back into me last night? Did somebody back into me this morning? The fuck happened?! I worked myself into thinking I must have backed into blake this morning.. (without hearing or feeling anything?) But apparently there’s no damage to his vehicle whatsoever..which makes sense.
SO WHO THE FUCK BACKED INTO ME? :( :( I bet it was at exotica. fucking tiny parking lot. fuck.
Either way, mom’s going to be pissed. I’m scared. :x
I’m tired of having all these thoughts posted up in my head.
I fucking want to be commited to, dedicated to, wanted and madly in love with.
Yeah, I know Lucas says he loves me.
But everyday it seems more and more like this is a big fucking joke.
I probably shouldn’t even talk about this, but I’m tired of sitting here feeling like shit and kidding myself.
I’m not fucking cool with being openly lied to and having him “accept that I might not be here tomorrow.” Fuck.
Sorry I hold up to all my promises and my emotions are honest, but I mean everything I’ve ever said to you about wanting a future. I’m not playing some stupid game.
Ranting. God fucking fuck.