You walk around with your hands in your pockets. You talk too much but you don't like the way you sound. . Things are better left unsaid, when youre in love.
This is where it ends. This is where my thoughts are scrambled. This is where I end. This is where my thoughts are dead. . This is where I run. Into the place where I feel comfortable.
We walk side by side with an angel. And I hold hands with the devil. And everything feels the same. It always feels the same. . Nothing ever changes. I cant see myself changing.
So here I am waiting with my perfect thoughts. But they're all dead and wrong. This isn't want I expected. This isn't what I had in mind, but still I can't move on.