Love is my curse.....



"Love is my curse, love is my failur, love is why I´ve been crying
I use to love you man, I use to think about you all the time,
I use to plan my world after yours, íf I could only see you for minut I would be fine.
I was in love with you, I got hurt by you, I fell apart because of you,
I promised myself I would never fall for another man who didn´t love me,
I guess I was not in a position to make that promise,
cause now I´m starting to fall apart again, but this time it´s not because of you,
I´m thinking myself into coma and I hate what Im becoming crazy about...
I guess it´s just to leave this shit behind and start looking for a world I can live in,
cause this world is not what I´ve chose, but what I´ve been given,
Now I need to chose my own world, my own life, my own everything...
You want to become a part of it, let me know,
maybe I leave the door open...."
- Moa Norlinder (Yeah, damn right that´s me;))
I do write now and then, especially when I have something to tell... Maybe not too much right this second but I chose to post it anyway...
My life is pretty good now, I have a summerjobb and I have my friends at home that wants me back. My family and my gang at home are my most loved people, cause those guys could never hurt me... I´m not saying Spain has hurt me but it has made me a little weaker, I think I´m growing stronger again now..... without my gang I put myself in a position where it´s more likely I get myself hurt... Because I can´t call them everytime I need to make a importante decision, of course I can´t always make the right one, but I would get the support from them if it get´s fucked up.... That´s just the way it is.....
I would like to go home and pick up everything exactly like I left it..... But I know it aint possible.... But we are allowed to hope....
Alyways my last couple of weeks I will enjoy and I will be happy and live exactly like you should... Not waist a day on being sad... Belive it or not, I´m not sad now... just very confused about a situation I´ve gotten myself in to.... How come life always need to become so complicated?
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