Fear of being in love. |
I always hated those false hopes, those heavy stones that only added to the wonder and left the possibilities unknown With phrases like “you don’t know that” and “you never know” I never could decide which way to go Then I think of all the times I just threw my hands up before I gave myself a real chance to fuck up The only thing I was was alone at the end of the line I’ll never be the trophy girl I was never that kind, and that’s fine My thoughts have thoughts when I analyze everything so deep No more love slipping through fingers And no more looking before I leap I’ll only be mad at myself, for falling down yet I feel so suffocated still when I’m not the only one around I subject my heart to so many tugs and pulls If life’s a stomach, then mine’s not full Then I think of all the times I didn’t speak my mind when it was clear that something was on my mind It sickens me to be all alone at home every night And optimism never works No matter what they say, they’re not right My thoughts have thoughts when I analyze everything so deep No more doors keep on being closed And no more beliefs that talk is cheap Him and her are running and holding hands It’s funny ‘cause to me it’s an alternate land The more I want to hate them, I can’t I’ve always been the jealous type They’re exchanging looks that scream “I love you” Makes me wish I had a place to run away to I know I’m complaining, I do I’ve always been the jealous type |