And the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car.
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots
And the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick;
It even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you’re always right.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh,
Even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it that you’re not around
And the fact that you didn’t call.
But mostly I hate the way
I don’t hate you ”
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all. — the movie 10 things I hate about you
look into their eyes and listen to them talk and realize that they are gone.
All you see in front of you is a stranger with just a known name.
unfortunately, most people dont recognize the difference between the two until its too late..
& I don’t know what I mean to you….
All I know is everytime I think of you,
All I wanna do is be with you and stand by your side forever
just forget everything and leave it all behind would you be okay with that? Because I have 5 steps
til I close this door and you have 5 seconds to make up your mind…starting now…
You know that feeling? When you’re just waiting. Waiting to get home, into your room, close the
door, fall into bed, and just let everything out that you kept in all day.
That feeling of both relief and desperation. Nothing is wrong. But nothing is right either. And you’re tired.
Tired of everything, tired of nothing. And you just want someone to be there and tell you it’s okay.
But no one’s going to be there. And you know you have to be strong for yourself, because no one can fix you.
But you’re tired of waiting. Tired of having to be the one to fix yourself and everyone else.
Tired of being strong. And for once, you just want it to be easy. To be simple.
To be helped. To be saved. But you know you won’t be. But you’re still hoping. And you’re still wishing.
And you’re still staying strong and fighting, with tears in your eyes. You’re fighting.
And you wont do anything about it because you know it will just be there anyway.
