the purpose may be

the purpose of this whole ordeal may be that i was enticing the already gotten but somehow ungettable. you have never failed to amaze me, amuse me and faze me. have i enticed you by any chance? accidentally or purposely? my flirtations were to loud evento be called such, i would rather say they were loud and bold invitations. i can say that now since i was reviewing my previous entries, which by the way are very erroneous i know but i'm too tired to correct them, and i found out that i reached out to you in my thoughts even when you were gone, just like you did. well, i sure do hope that doesn't happen anymore because if i feel like this ever again, i will have to be on my deathbed gasping for my last breath. i can't stand another one of these episodes of severe hearttoasts. this has gone far enough now. so now you and i can say that it didn't work out, rather than just saying, we never came to be so i don't know why it was even over. right? it's a delusion of mine that i'm a perpetual optimist because i am not. i'm a realist. i see it as it is, say it as it is. and i might have been too rough on you but you already knew that, and it was up to you if you were going for the challenge. you went for it but didn't make it. it was good for nothing then. because it doesn't make you more of a maan just for trying, that's why they don't give medals to all the participants, they give medals onlly to the winners... why? because these winners were man enough to take up the challenge and worked hard to be above the challenge. for those who are lazy and laid on the workload, the stiffle and the stress, don't deserve the medals. medals like me.

You make me come
You make me comeplete
You make me comepletely miserable
Stuck to a chair
Watchin this
Story about me
Everything goes by so fast
Making my head spin
Used up all my friends
But who needs them
When you mean everything
I love things that we should fear
Im not afraid of being here
So much the same
It makes me helpless alone
Nothing to share
Why should i
Care if youre near me
Give up all my plans
But who needs them
When you mean everything
I love the things that we should fear
Im not afraid of being here
So much the same
It makes me helpless alone
You make me come
You make me complete
You make me completely miserable
I love the things that we should fear
Im not afraid of being here
So much the same
It makes me helpless alone
You make me come
You make me comeplete
You make me comepletely miserable