Friday, October 30, 2009

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For Your Anger


think I'm tired of you, of missing you, loving you, wanting you back. But I do not understand. I do not understand that you're not the same, that I wanted to yesterday, today and not more, today it is dropped, and another to be completely different now invades your body. A being without feeling. Immature wimp. How do I change so much? What made you change it? Not even you know. I disappointed. I lied and I believed that deluded to think that you would never me me. Trust you, but I had only to disappoint. And despite that, I was always there. Confuses me your eyes, your words confuse me. Confound me. Think I gave you a thousand opportunities to tell me that this is over, but you with a "give me a little longer" fixed everything. And what is the problem? I gave it to you, giving you more time to think about but never win anything, always came back to the same situation. Everything is futile. Because shit you do not have enough eggs to tell me not want to see me, tell me it was over. It would be much easier for me 'd say things in front of you to stop being so selfish, thinking only of you. Because maybe this to you does not make you wrong, but is killing me slowly. I do not want to lose but neither wanting to lose it. So what do you want? Maybe you're not committed to it, but because the habit is very strong and yet have feelings for her. But I who am in your life? A simple toy that you put me where we want when we want, if you're bored I use to play and when you get tired just go back to your routine in which this toy is not. But when it comes time to speak, to put the record straight, you do nothing, evadís the situation. And I think this is not going over well in Life is about taking decisions and that you choose, you'll miss something. It's your time to decide, or her or me. And if the situation does not change, if this continues in the same way I have to make the decision myself. And my choice I will not be your puppet or your toy.

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