There is still a little bit of your taste in my mouth

There is still a little bit of your face I haven't kissed
There is still a little bit of your song in my ears
There is still a little bit of your words I long to hear

This is the story of a girl who builds her own thoughts.
She has the faith that he’ll be more than what she only thinks she wants.
She’s seen the bitter truth but when he is looking right at you, It’s hard to see through the lying eyes when you’re mesmerized.
And I’m mesmerized.

So here’s to you, the heartbreaker..

When did it ever begin? It never did.
Don’t pretend like he was ever interested.
He may have had you fooled by the way he looked into your eyes.
But no he really looked right through, through it all.
He could swear he never meant it and act like you’re overreacting,
But he’s the tool who shouldn’t have been acting.
How could they be the ones attracting us?

So here’s to the heartbreakers who are so good at hiding all the evidence of them pretending.
And who are so good at keeping us around while still keeping our confidence down

All along who were we kidding?
He play games and you’re the one who’s being confusing.
He’ll keep using that old line, when you just can tell me you don’t have the time.
But no, you wanna leave me hanging.
What’s the point in all of my waiting?
I’m the one who’s noticing you, so I guess that's whats makes me obsessed with you.
I turn your flaws into beauty, and you’re seeing this as a bad thing.
Are you kidding me?

I hate being alone.
my thoughts, my feelings, and my mind eats me alive.

"You know theres someone you have feelings for, until' you really tell him/her how you feel."

See you everyday, try to find a better way.
Just like a lonely lover, waiting.

Someday you will understand.

Cause every man have a hungry heart.
Maybe not right now, but maybe later.

So im still waiting for your heart to hunger for mine.

Idag gjorde jag och min vän julia en sjukt mysig sak. Vi bokade biljetter till Avicii i Mars! Kan det bli mer fantastiskt? En weekend i stockholm Torsdag till söndag slänger vi också med. PERFECTION!


 

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