Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Tell me that the grass is greener on the other side,
but is the other side too far for me to cross over?
Tell me that we'd live to see our dreams come true,
but what if we die the next day with none achieved?
Tell me that no one cares about being perfect,
yet i see everyone chasing after perfection.
Tell me that its okay to be flawed,
yet why are you not loving my imperfections at all?
Tell me that you love me,
but why are you there with another girl?
I don't know myself anymore;
The day I thought I`d never get through,