that guy.

some space, thats all he needs.
because he doesnt know  anymore.
we all know what that realy means,
but i leave behind my world and walk out the door.

keep busy, avoid neurvious pacing.
clutching a washing machine stomache,
dizzy from your heart racing,
a battle with my mind, trying to out run it.

i wont force a fish to walk,
and i wont forbid a bird to fly.
so if i cant give him what his looking for,
ill gracefully step aside

but it fucking hurts.
everything fucking hurts.
yesterday i still felt like the luckyest girl alive...
...
i was gonna' finish this post, but then i got high.