this is frustration. this is me, using the same tricks and getting sick of it. this is me throwing these hands against the wall, hoping something will stick; this is awful. awful to think who decides what should or should not stay. what ends up on the cutting room floor? apparently, it s not my, it s not my choice to make. so here s another one, is it good enough? please do accept. i need this so. if it's not up to par i just can't think of what i'll do next, i'll just appease and conform to your tastes. let s forget about who we are, it gets in the way. let s forget who we used to be. we ll never be the same. so here s another one, is it good enough? is it good enough? please do accept. i need this so. i need this. this is frustration. |