I don't know myself well enough to explain anything. |
When you said you felt second best, every time you...
a harsh reminder that I'm the one who's second...
I want to find all the right words to say to you,
maybe if I organize them carefully in my head...
Stuck in my head
like glue to paper...
I Can't sleep, my dreams are always painted with disappointment and betrayal of the worst kind. I'm getting tired of feeling the pain that my imagination stabs me with, you are frequently all my bad dreams. |