Matchbox

Everything seems to come to my senses... but it's fake.. those trhings doesn´t happen.. not outside myu mind... So it's not worthy to keep trying... I have to give up... 'cause if I don't, I'll end up so lost n' dissapointed... Seems to be about to work, I almost speak, I almost act.. but it's forbidden... n' it makes me like it even more.. Anyway.. it ain't no game... no joke, no crush... it's definetely eatin' my nerve cells.. n' I don't know what a hell should I do.. n' I dont know if I care.. just confused.. I'm not going anywhere...

Sunday

So here I am.. waiting for who knows what... searching for who knows who... I guess I do know... and whatever is gonna happen.. I've got no fuckin' idea... With my expectations up there.. I'm sure I'll be dissapointed in a few hours... Tonight I'll give myself a chance.. I guess I still have nothing to lose... and maybe it happens... who knows... I'm a bit nervous.. n' I have no idea if it's worthy... And by now, others are waiting for me... I was there earlier.. n' got tired of waiting.. So I left... n' now they wait, for my big entrance... I'm so back in the game...