Dreams, dreams of when we had just started things
Dreams of you and me
It seems, it seems
That I can’t shake those memories
I wonder if you have the same dreams too
he thought of this as he slowly began drifting into a deep slumber. another year in college, and yet he still managed to live the bachelor's life. not really by choice, but by lack of ability or competence to be in some sort of actual relationship. it was an assured fact (by other people) that there was nothing wrong with him and that he would soon find the girl for him. fact? to him it was definitely fiction. the flaws only he could see in himself became obtrusive everytime. of course, he was not entirely sure what exactly those flaws were, but how else could he explain the reason why he always ended up in some failed attempt to court a lady?
chivalry is dead, and that is a fact. mere acts of courtesy, generosity, and an overall gentleman nature are not enough to impress anyone anymore. you could be nice, kind, and sweet, but the girl will want something "different" and "just doesn't see it in you". so instead they do find some other character interesting, and lo and behold it turns out he is a motorcycle punkass who likes to buff himself up all the time. it sounds bitter, but that's why nice guys always finish last...or never finish at all.
in a moment of frustration, he grudgingly got out of bed. why did he always put himself in these situations that cause him so much despair? he quitely left the apartment to go for a walk around the block. and as predictable as the moon shining in the night sky, he began to think about her. the stars shining like her smile, the quiet atmosphere like her shy nature, the winds like her gentle whispers. he shook his head at the thought of all the littlest things that reminded him of her, and returned back to his apartment.
and now the voices came in his head. "i hate you, you suck, you're the worst, you're terrible". they were entirely imaginary, but they felt so real. he wanted to scream, he wanted to cry, he wanted to die right on the spot. he screamed but nothing could be heard, he cried but no tears came out. instead he just shuddered at the horrible thoughts intruding his mind, helpless to do anything about it. why, why, why. nobody knows.
a chance please. just another chance. but that's in the past, he missed it, and there was nothing he could do about it now. he thought of her, and he could only pray that she was happy.
The littlest things that take me there
I know it sounds lame but it’s so true
I know it’s not right but it seems unfair
That thing’s are reminding me of you
So come on
Tell me
Is this the end?
by: hitmaneric (i'm kind of drunk right now, so...whatever lol)
Dreams of you and me
It seems, it seems
That I can’t shake those memories
I wonder if you have the same dreams too
he thought of this as he slowly began drifting into a deep slumber. another year in college, and yet he still managed to live the bachelor's life. not really by choice, but by lack of ability or competence to be in some sort of actual relationship. it was an assured fact (by other people) that there was nothing wrong with him and that he would soon find the girl for him. fact? to him it was definitely fiction. the flaws only he could see in himself became obtrusive everytime. of course, he was not entirely sure what exactly those flaws were, but how else could he explain the reason why he always ended up in some failed attempt to court a lady?
chivalry is dead, and that is a fact. mere acts of courtesy, generosity, and an overall gentleman nature are not enough to impress anyone anymore. you could be nice, kind, and sweet, but the girl will want something "different" and "just doesn't see it in you". so instead they do find some other character interesting, and lo and behold it turns out he is a motorcycle punkass who likes to buff himself up all the time. it sounds bitter, but that's why nice guys always finish last...or never finish at all.
in a moment of frustration, he grudgingly got out of bed. why did he always put himself in these situations that cause him so much despair? he quitely left the apartment to go for a walk around the block. and as predictable as the moon shining in the night sky, he began to think about her. the stars shining like her smile, the quiet atmosphere like her shy nature, the winds like her gentle whispers. he shook his head at the thought of all the littlest things that reminded him of her, and returned back to his apartment.
and now the voices came in his head. "i hate you, you suck, you're the worst, you're terrible". they were entirely imaginary, but they felt so real. he wanted to scream, he wanted to cry, he wanted to die right on the spot. he screamed but nothing could be heard, he cried but no tears came out. instead he just shuddered at the horrible thoughts intruding his mind, helpless to do anything about it. why, why, why. nobody knows.
a chance please. just another chance. but that's in the past, he missed it, and there was nothing he could do about it now. he thought of her, and he could only pray that she was happy.
The littlest things that take me there
I know it sounds lame but it’s so true
I know it’s not right but it seems unfair
That thing’s are reminding me of you
So come on
Tell me
Is this the end?
by: hitmaneric (i'm kind of drunk right now, so...whatever lol)
3 comments:
nice guys don't always finish last
patience my dear.... patience.
just try manage your emotions and everything will be fine.
we cant get away with these things so we have to learn to live with it....
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