No one will love you on earth as i do!
I know that it's probably wrong that i'm saying that BUT i feel it like that. I love someone so much that i'm sure no one will love him as much as i do, not even in 10 millions years he will find someone who loves him as i do it, because i'm so sure and i can feel it in every pore of my skin that you were meant for me and i was meant for you. You're my other half and i'm yours but why are you so blind?, you told me i was and now you're not sure, you let others to tear us appart, but it was finally you who let me on a side.
You are my other half i can't deny, and i've been looking for you all my life, i found you, i felt the happiest girl on earth and the luckiest one for finding you but life is weird and i lost you... maybe i can't say i "lost" you because i probably never "had" you. Maybe all that sad story about our love is a way from life to tell me "down girl" and let me know that i cant be that happy all my life even if i believe in that.
I feel mad at you sometimes, more when i realize that you don't give a damn about me, well it seems, and the real reason i get mad is because it hurts me, you hurt me, bui i can't even dare to blame you because i love you so much.
So please anyone explain me how love can be so wonderful but also so hard when you can't be with the one you love?.
As i don't really know how to end this "thought", i'll just say
"where's my hero?, he's out there somewhere, left of the middle"
Left of the middle - Natalie Imbruglia.
You are my other half i can't deny, and i've been looking for you all my life, i found you, i felt the happiest girl on earth and the luckiest one for finding you but life is weird and i lost you... maybe i can't say i "lost" you because i probably never "had" you. Maybe all that sad story about our love is a way from life to tell me "down girl" and let me know that i cant be that happy all my life even if i believe in that.
I feel mad at you sometimes, more when i realize that you don't give a damn about me, well it seems, and the real reason i get mad is because it hurts me, you hurt me, bui i can't even dare to blame you because i love you so much.
So please anyone explain me how love can be so wonderful but also so hard when you can't be with the one you love?.
As i don't really know how to end this "thought", i'll just say
"where's my hero?, he's out there somewhere, left of the middle"
Left of the middle - Natalie Imbruglia.

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