currently playing: The SIGIT - Only Love Can Break Your Heart
he: what's with you? (I mean it, your last tweets said so)
me: well I'm... nope, I'm okay (I'm lying)
he: so then don't be that gloomy, let's study (I know you're lying)
me: a little time, please (I guess you don't understand)
he: alright, but you have to study, okay? (I worry about you, is that me?)
me: surely I will (it's all because of you, stupid)
so here the story goes. he fulfilled me in these about 5 or 6 nights. as close as its flow. beyond the theoretical approach or anything else final exam's exaggerating us; I found there is a wake up call. to remind me that this may not be last. to remind me that the end of December comes too fast. to remind me that to be friends is only our cast.
know what? I'm sad.
I'm wondering here. and he knows. he knows what I'm anxiously deeply feeling.
it's funny that he was just figuring out to see but then...
he locks down what he's supposed to do.
every time our eyes meet. every time we catch a breath. he doesn't know how to act.
I'm lingered by his haunting face but the rest is just don't matter.
and now that I can't help myself.
this is so real but I can't let go.
I wish he wouldn't let me fall for him because he has no plans in catching me.
it sounds like in each single second I breathe is crowded with a huge wild rhythm that rips my ears to dead. like in each single second I feel is covered with a super massive abstract tone that tears my heart to numb. and now I don't know why I'm still waiting for motherfucker something is never going to happen.
I hate you, Hertz Dyslexia.
he: what's with you? (I mean it, your last tweets said so)
me: well I'm... nope, I'm okay (I'm lying)
he: so then don't be that gloomy, let's study (I know you're lying)
me: a little time, please (I guess you don't understand)
he: alright, but you have to study, okay? (I worry about you, is that me?)
me: surely I will (it's all because of you, stupid)
so here the story goes. he fulfilled me in these about 5 or 6 nights. as close as its flow. beyond the theoretical approach or anything else final exam's exaggerating us; I found there is a wake up call. to remind me that this may not be last. to remind me that the end of December comes too fast. to remind me that to be friends is only our cast.
know what? I'm sad.
I'm wondering here. and he knows. he knows what I'm anxiously deeply feeling.
it's funny that he was just figuring out to see but then...
he locks down what he's supposed to do.
every time our eyes meet. every time we catch a breath. he doesn't know how to act.
I'm lingered by his haunting face but the rest is just don't matter.
and now that I can't help myself.
this is so real but I can't let go.
I wish he wouldn't let me fall for him because he has no plans in catching me.
it sounds like in each single second I breathe is crowded with a huge wild rhythm that rips my ears to dead. like in each single second I feel is covered with a super massive abstract tone that tears my heart to numb. and now I don't know why I'm still waiting for motherfucker something is never going to happen.
I hate you, Hertz Dyslexia.
