When you're out of control cause you can't think straight
when you're in a big mess cause you use your heart to decide
when you're too blinded to see the reality and too dumb to feel the pain...
Love is not enough to kill me but painful enough to make me kill myself.
Its about you, your wants, your needs, your desires. It's about you being appreciated,
admired, loved. It's about that someone coming up to you and giving you that little kiss
on the neck that sends a shiver through your body. So it's not all about me but more about
you...
