Unspokens

And I could liken you to a chemical The way you made me compound to compound But I'm a chemical too Inevitable you and me would mix And I could liken you to a lot of things But I always come around 'Cause in the end I'm a sensible girl I know the fiction of the fix

I could liken you to a werewolf The way you left me for dead But I admit that I provided a full moon And I could liken you to a shark The way you bit off my head But then again I was waving around a bleeding open wound

Fucking go Cause I've done what I could for you And I do know what's good for me And I'm not benefiting Instead I'm sitting Singing again, singing again, singing again Sing, sing, sing again How can I deal with this If he won't get with this? Am I gonna heal from this? He won't admit to it Nothing to figure out I gotta get him out It's time the truth goes out That he don't give a shit about me

Perfection is a mixture of the both control and letting go، in a rational amount.

یک چیز صفر و صدیه.یا کاملا درسته و کاملاً میک سنس میکنه یا کاملاً اشتباه.

اینکه از چیزهای ساده و سطحی نتیجه های عمیق و سریع بگیری’s kinda fun though probably not really relevant.

I’m not just looking at you, I’m staring at your soul. I can sense whatever that you are made of, the darkest parts and the most beautiful ones, but are you willing to show all that, too?

Don’t you understand I can see through you?