Just a Coldplay Thing
So, I'm listening to The Scientist now.
And I hate how, at some parts, the song speaks for me.
Yeah, I know. Shit, right?
And I hate how, at some parts, the song speaks for me.
Yeah, I know. Shit, right?
So, enlighten me
Sometimes I want to scream at certain people, ask them to stop ruining my life.
Until I realize, maybe it's not them who's ruining my life.
Until I realize, maybe it's not them who's ruining my life.
I swear I won't
At some point I decide to let it all flow by the clock's ticking, and let everything that would happen, actually happen. But then a part of myself-- a subborn part of myself-- protests and shouts to my ears that I can't be like that.
That if I give up, that's not like me.
That if I give up, that's not like me.
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