We arent taken seriously when the intention's there. They never; and never will, understand.
Sadness is a funny thing. You and i know its there, but it is never spoken of. You want to hide it but the harder you try the more it shines through.
You try seeing things from a different angle; but thats what hurts most.
Apology. This time he didnt say it wasnt my fault; instead the question why. Millions of perfect answers appear but its the real one that tears us to shreds.
Whatever the world owes you, my friend. Whatever you think is making your life hell, i apologise for them.
Life is but a mock play; you cant always have the lights on you. Love, the same; a massacre for fools.
Its ironic how love influences our life; but who are we to change it?
And no, i'm not happy.
Labels: life's complicated riddles.
