martes, 29 de marzo de 2011

weightless

Manage me, I'm a mess. Turn a page, I'm a book half unread. I wanna be laughed at, laughed with, just because. I wanna feel weightless and that should be enough. But I'm stuck in this fucking rut, waiting on a second-hand pick-me-up and I'm over getting older. If I could just find the time, then I would never let another day go by, I'm over getting old. Maybe it's not my weekend but it's gonna be my year and I'm so sick of watching while the minutes pass as I go nowhere. And this is my reaction to everything I fear 'cause I've been going crazy, I don't wanna waste another minute here. Make believe that I impress, that every word, by design, turns a head. I wanna feel reckless, wanna live it up just because. I wanna feel weightless 'cause that would be enough. This could be all I've waited for, and this could be everything I don't wanna dream anymore.

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