[it only takes one wrong move.]
don't know why these small matters bother me.
i guess it was that look. the look that just sends me away.
and yeahh. i guess. i'm losing control over myself again.
maybe i'm better off on my own.
cause i don't want to talk to you now.
unimportant. i guess it's that same feeling i felt a long time. for months, weeks, days. expectations will only turn into hurts and tears, as well as heartaches.
and i feel like ripping that keychain out right now after i just put it on last night. you won't see it....
somehow. i think that what used to happen, didnt matter anymore.
E's right.
the fact is, i guess i just don't want to be there. because of the people. because of them, i just feel like i'm in the wrong place.
and i don't have to talk to you.