Tomorrow brings the sun
Kiss the world with fingers crossed
I couldn’t make you see it
I couldn’t make you see
That my love for you is blind
Deleting old messages is good. Because if the past is holding you back, the past needs to be deleted.
Reading old messages just brings back the turmoil of old days.
Oh how I loved you, and oh how we were destroyed.
You’re irreplaceable.. But it’s time for me to be free.
Travel the earth and the seven seas
Everybody’s looking for something
SWEET DREAMS ARE MADE OF THESE
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Goodbye my almost lover
Goodbye my hopeless dream
I’m trying not to think about you
Can’t you just let me be?
So long my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should’ve known you’d bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do
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My vice: impatience.
WHY DO I FEEL THE NEED TO TALK SOMETIMES?
it’s so unnecessary.
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Wisdom: “enjoy it. there’s only so many more times you’ll (be able to) feel like this in the rest of your life”
How is it possible that he’s single?
How is it possible that I feel this way?
I’m thoroughly addicted to the thought of him. This is absolute insanity!
Been up all night
Staring at you
Wondering what’s on your mind
I’ve been this way
With so many before
But this feels like the first time
You want the sunrise
To go back to bed
I want to make you laugh
Mess up my bed with me
Kick off the covers
I’m waiting
Every word you say I think
I should write down
I don’t want to forget
Come daylight
Happy to lay here
Just happy to be here
I’m happy to know you
Play me a song
Your newest one
Please leave your taste on my tongue
Paperweight on my back
Cover me like a blanket
Mess up my bed with me
Kick off the covers
I’m waiting
Every word you say I think
I should write down
I don’t to forget
Come daylight
And no need to worry
That’s wasting time
And no need to wonder
What’s been on my mind
It’s you
It’s you
And I give up
I let you win
You win ‘cause I’m not counting
You made it back
To sleep again
Wonder what you’re dreaming
The world is too full of insincere promises to maintain relationships.
So in the end, we all can’t help but fall apart.
this is what you do to me
Hailey Clauson by Paola Kudacki for Harper’s Bazaar US March 2012
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