Twisted N Confused
I often wonder what is really normal.
Or even if normal is real.
I am always so emotional,
Some people don't even feel.
Everyday is a game of Russian roulette.
Never knowing what the day will be.
Being there is 365 days.
I'm guessing 65 of them we may agree.
The 300 that remain, I tread on thinning ice.
Never sure what mood I will see.
Could it be good or a bitter strife.
One day you act like you love me .
Like the love I've always yearned.
But that never lasts too long.
You think by now that I would've learned.
The problem isn't that I am dumb.
It's making my head match up with my heart.
My head says he doesn't love you.
And my heart breaks when we are apart.
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