Grown tired of water all the time

--dmb

i need a holiday.

my heart is heavy.

i am forgotten.

if you dont know the context
you dont know anything.

the other woman finds time to manicure her nails.
the other woman is perfect where her rival fails.

i don't know whether i'm going away or being sent away.

there is always hope on sunday.

i feel cold and alone.

the thing about doing your own thing is
you end up on your own.

i never claimed to be perfect, or even delightful. However it'd be nice if I never went to bed thinking otherwise.

i know thats how i feel about him.