why do we play all these games with one another?
why cant we just be frank and tell each other how we really feel?
why do we have to pretend we dont care when it really hurts inside?
why do we play with each other and let nothing come out of it in the end?
when are we gonna be brave enough to let someone touch us without being afraid of getting hurt?
when can we ever love freely without expecting anything in return?
i think even after a hundred million years we'll still be doing these things that hurt ourselves and others around us and we still wont know how to get out of this vicious cycle. dont you think the human race is a little hopeless sometimes? can you imagine, after 2006 years of evolution we're still stuck at this lousy place where everyone hurts but no one wants to stop it, or even admit it.
maybe this is called growing up.
Is it hard understanding
I'm incomplete?
A love that's so demanding
I get weak
a star fell from the sky;
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