3:17 PM, You're The Fool On Parade
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Don't tell me shit that i dont want to hear.
Don't tell me things that you know would affect me or break my heart.
Does it please you that much to see how i would react to certain things?
Does it exhilarate you to see me broken? Seriously?
And you think by telling me all these shit,
i would open up more to you and take you in?
Do you think i'd be more attracted to you if you did that?
Are you such a dreamer?
Stop dreaming, & put yourself in my shoes. Stop trying, seriously.
Stop it all- your attention and affection. I don't need or want anything from you.
Damn me for getting so fucking defensive.
But damn you more.
Just please do not ever, ever, EVER attempt to get yourself involved in my affairs.
