So I am trying to figure this out here. This thing called life and these thoughts, emotions, and feelings we have. Real talk sometimes the reality of what I am faced with when it coems to women and what I hope for are so different and so blurred I just want to shut down and not think. Be the international playboy or be the everlasting romantic that I try to surpress. On the day to day I have a fight with myself and at the end of the fight with both me's lying on the ground I only have one resolve. As my both John Mayer says, "This heart didn't come with instructions". Does this shit even make sense?
Mannie
Friday, March 27, 2009
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