My head is always under the water you watch everyone laugh seeing me drowning; you hear them tell me to breathe easy for a while but yet the breathing gets harder even I know that there’s no room for me to cope as much, yet you know I’m terrified but it’s too soon to show it and I put a fake smile and put my fake confidence on showing that I’m happy holding your hands knowing that I’m actually fine. I’m unusually hard to hold on to when I push you away.
I know when I’m sad and can’t cope I just stare blanking at the pages as they stare blank to me; there’s no easy way to say this you mean well but you make this so hard on me, yet I’m not going to write you a love story because you asked for it or because you need one and you will see that I’m not going to write a love story because you tell me it’s make or break in this I know you’re on you’re way. If you all have is leaving me standing alone not knowing what’s going on; I’ll write how I feel in this love story because you don’t seem to realise the attention between us, I chose things to ignore and be with you in supporting you in everything you do. Yet I always learn the hard way because they all say the same things you want to hear and my heavy heart sinks deep down under your pain of my mistakes that you still love me even when we are both mad at each other.
Just seeing you with her around you just makes more of an insult not to me but to your mother and the country because we get left high and dry. Yet you convinced me to please you thinking that I needed this too but I’m trying to let you hear me as I am; you promised me you’ll leave the light on to help me see you with the daylight on as my guide had gone, because I believe there’s away you can love me because I say so because I’ve walked the seven seas for you today.