“Don’t stop until you’re satisfied. You want an explanation? Ask. You want to be successful? Work. Don’t settle for results you don’t want. Don’t stop until you’re satisfied.”—(the best advice a teacher has ever given me)
Im fine with temporary.
Ill be a memory
Written in the records as the one who gave too much love.
A little too soon.
Its only because i can envision the passion i can bloom,
I swoon over the way your lips formulate just the right tone,
And im a case of hopeful misery
I wiped my tears and stole a kiss
My quick moment of bliss.
No one wants a girl like me.
Big heart filled with unrealistic dreams, drugged like a fiend by a fantasy, in all actuality i am not where i want to be,
I am intoxicated by the idea of love,
Walk away before i become stuck,
I hear you breathe in deep before you try to say goodbye,
But you cant let the words escape your lips, its no surprise,
I wouldve loved you before it even begun,
I wouldve fallen asleep to your soulful eyes,
And planned the end in the beginning.
A broken record, playing the same tune till the listener croons, what a sweet melody you were before you were used.
Close your eyes to this lullaby, it’ll be over soon.