princessp0t
I'm the one that's crazy, but you're trying to tell me what's gonna make me happy.
Teach me how to be. How to feel; how to breathe. Teach me what to eat, how to speak, how to need. Teach me all you can, teach me while it lasts. Teach me and I'll teach you. Teach me to love, and we'll see it right on through.
Entrance. Enter. En-trance. In trance? Something you have access to all of. I'd give you entrance, to everything, if you so wanted. Why? You just kind of seem to put me in a trance. I don't get why though, I mean, we've barely started talking. Maybe I'm just a little too insane.
Bury. Bury my feelings behind everything. The makeup, the lies, the smiles, the drugs. Bury everything that makes me want to die, just up until it finally breaks me. Breaks me down, and buries ME along with everything else.
Since I already wrote here before I signed up? Since when in the hell, has it been okay to go ballistic on the ones you swear you love? Since never, but I do it anyways. I guess since I just need something to always be wrong, maybe I'll never be satisfied with "happy."