I'm sick of crying.
Fight or flight
I'd rather be flying.
No pain no gain
Rather not be hurtin.
For love hurts
That is for certain.
I give and give
And rarely take
When it's time to get mine
They always flake.
I'd rather be a flibertygibbet
Than to be twitterpatted
To always run from love
Is better than to have almost had it.
So from this day on
I'd rather be a happy go lucky putz
Than to be a heart broken sap
With "if's," "and's," or "but's."
So long and farewell
auf weidersein goodnight
I'll take my business elsewhere
Even if it don't feel right.
3 comments:
hi blog buddy <3 nice to read you!
Well hello!!! Yeah some of this stuff can be sappy.
Whatever! Its your blog you do what you want! I will still be your friend ;)
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