I sit down ontop of a hill, serious look on my face. My eyes well up with tears, but I fight them. My mind is stuck on that song. That one song. And it keeps playing over and over in my mind.
Why do you do this to me?
Why do you do this so easily?
You make it hard to smile, because you make it hard to breathe.
Why do you do this to me?
My lips move, but my mind doesn't comprehend the fact I'm singing..
I let a tear slip.. Then lay back, curl into a ball, and crumble.
I should've known this wasn't real.
And fought it off, fought to feel.
What matters most?
Everything.
That you feel while listening to every word that I sing..
Subject: Hillside Veiw 
Fri Aug 14, 2009 12:22 pm
