Talking never was my thing, never will be.
He just doesn't get it.
I wish that he wouldn't push me this hard.
That he would just wait.
There are so much things I want to say.
But the words just won't come out.
The words can't find theire way from my head to my mouth.
And than that drama queen, he is back.
What the hell am I going to do?
Be nice? Or be mean?
He needs to know that I'm charge now!
I can make him loved or hated.
I wish I would feel better.
Cause at this moment, jumping from a building sounds pretty good.
I'm just sad all the time.
Life was too good to stay good, I guess.