I don't know if I'm making the right choices. The choices of my life. I can get away with no caring, not thinking, go with the flow and end up in a suicide mission. I don't know if it's the guts making me keep going, if it's for someone else or … yeah, maybe I'm just stupid.
Do I have the guts to keep on going, or am I too weak to even try?
… I can't stop now, I can't forget him now.
I didn't get birth to the butterflies in my stomach for no reason.
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