Everyone is selfish enough to look for its own happiness, and trust me, they won't care who they leave behind.
I happen to like a variety of stuff, i'm into things that are so different from each other but they fill me up with joy. well, the rest, i guess you'll notice, i find it hard to express some thoughts/feelings, i rather just not talk about it, i bottle things up a lot, and some things just stay in my head, i just can't say them, not at all.
i've had enough of this town but i'm turning it around.
"I wish I could drown myself
in whiskey bottles,
maybe I’ll find you at the bottom.
But I hate the taste of alcohol
and I am too much of a light weight
to handle more than a couple of shots.
Yet, here I sit on the kitchen floor
still searching for you,
"Once I start
building a home
for someone in my heart,
I will not stop
until the roof prevents hurricanes
and the walls are stronger
than the third pig’s brick house.
I will finish decorating the rooms
and fill each corner
with all of the love I hold.
So here I am,
still trying to finish up the place
I’ve spent all my strength
and time into building
just to see that you have
found another home.
But listen this door will always be open for you."