The Crossroads
I had my heart closed up, then you came by and opoened it back up again. Only to smash it. It didnt hurt as much as bad as i thought it would, I expected it. I can read you like a book, a confusing one, but a book nonetheless. My heart went on lock down once again, to keep it from you. You've hurt me too many times to count and i don't want to go through that again. and yet i find myself, after many months of dicipline and careful manuvering, once again falling for you. I don't want to, well, that's not it. I want to but I don't want to get hurt. Your the machine gun, fully loaded and the bullet proof vest is swiftly falling off my heart. But the queasion that I now face is should I catch the vest or not? Honey I'm falling, but I need to know if your gonna catch me, or if I need to stop myslf...
So i'm at a crossroads.
You and a large chance of immence pain, or nobody and feel nothing.
I don't know what to do, I wish to find a comprimise, but i'm afraid there is none, and if i don't pick I'm not sure what will get the better of me, my heart, or my head.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
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