Playing God

I can't make my own decisions
Or make any with precision
Well maybe you should tie me up
So I don't go where you don't want me
You say that I've been changing
That i'm not just simply ageing
Well how could that be logical?
Just keep on cramming ideas down my throat
Woah

You don't have to believe me
But the way I, way I see it
Next time you point a finger I might have to bend it back
And break it, break it off
Next time you point a finger I'll point you to the mirror

If God's the game that you're playing
Well we must get more acquainted
Because it has to be so lonely to be the only one who's holy
It's just my humble opinion but it's one that I believe in
You don't deserve a point of view
If the only thing you see is you
Woah

You don't have to believe me
But the way I, way I see it
Next time you point a finger I might have to bend it back
Or break it, break it off
Next time you point a finger I'll point you to the mirror

This is the last second chance
(I'll point you to the mirror)
I'm half as good as it gets
(I'll point you to the mirror)
I'm on both sides of the fence
(I'll point you to the mirror)
Without a hint of regret I'll hold you to it

I know you don't believe me
But the way I, way I see it
Next time you point a finger I might have to bend it back
Or break it, break it off
Next time you point a finger I'll point you to the mirror

I know you won't believe me
But the way I, way I see it
Next time you point a finger I might have to bend it back
Or break it, break it off
Next time you point a finger I'll point you to the mirror.

Sometimes.. just sometimes.

You have to decide, whether you're hungry or do you just want to satisfy that devil of a stomach. Whether some things, be it another individual, an inanimate object etc., is a want or a need. And one with never a definite answer - whether you choose to believe in what you think is correct, or what you want to believe in.

So.. I guess the both of us really are wearing out.

Man.

My man back. MY man back. Nad should be able to get over my man thighs now that there's this. (Y)

“She loved with so much more passion as she loved with ignorance. She did not know whether it were good or evil, beneficent or dangerous, necessary or accidental, eternal or transitory, permitted or prohibited: she loved.”

-Victor Hugo (Les Misérables)

Though it can never be compared to what you've showered me with all these years, I love you, my lifegiver. With all of me. Happy Mother's Day :)

“We both know life is too short. Too short to waste a single second with anyone who doesn’t appreciate and value you.”

-The Truth About Forever

“If there is any possible consolation in the tragedy of losing someone we love very much, it’s the necessary hope that perhaps it was for the best.”

-Paulo Coelho

“Something tells me that whatever happens with us, whether we stay together or go our separate ways, neither one of us will ever forget the time we spent together.”

-eletheowl

Breathe.

Humidity, or is it just me? It's getting harder to breathe with each passing day, each thought, each sip of Coke. I'm not proud of it, but the fact that Coke is my only salvation.. can never be altered.

Each time I try to stand up, I find myself falling harder, if not deeper. Whatever happened to us? Things change, I know that. But, us..? You, whom I've relied on all these years, the (perhaps only) one whom I allow to talk sense into me? You, of all the others? Alas, the others. If I will push you away, away from where it hurts most, what will become of them? Nothing more than acquaintances, I presume.

Either way, I'd live. 25 more weeks to A's, I can and will sit at this spot and do my papers. No time for me to find proper ground to stand on.

.................. I'm thankful though, for the boyfriend. I'm still enjoying exploring this thing between me and him (9 months into the relationship yes). It's been nothing short of amazing so far, and I'm thankful for it every single day.


Let's, forget.
Forget all that we swore we meant.