It's another round of struggle, another round of tussell. I'm tired of going through all these again and again and especially when no one is around to give me rational advice and encouragement.
Some nothing has deprived me of my childhood and now, wants to deprive me of a choice that rightfully belongs to me myself. No, this choice is mine ultimately. Whether it is a right or wrong one, it's my business.
I have had enough of letting my eyes swim in tears and feeling I'm down in the dumps because of some little things that shake my confidence. Regret? Oh yes I will regret. In my 17 years of life, I have regretted so much and I'm sure there are more regets to come.
I have all the chips in my hands but I don't know what bet to make. It's not as if I can predict whether I will win or lose. If that's the case, every gambler is a winner.
Sadly, I haven't figured out how life works. And I don't think I will ever figure that out. Life isn't really about making choices. But about worrying over the making of choices. Worry a little, and a little more, and a little little more, and strands of grey hair will grow with these worries.
I'd run a thousand miles to get you.
And until the end of time, I don't know why I'm still waiting.
Some nothing has deprived me of my childhood and now, wants to deprive me of a choice that rightfully belongs to me myself. No, this choice is mine ultimately. Whether it is a right or wrong one, it's my business.
I have had enough of letting my eyes swim in tears and feeling I'm down in the dumps because of some little things that shake my confidence. Regret? Oh yes I will regret. In my 17 years of life, I have regretted so much and I'm sure there are more regets to come.
I have all the chips in my hands but I don't know what bet to make. It's not as if I can predict whether I will win or lose. If that's the case, every gambler is a winner.
Sadly, I haven't figured out how life works. And I don't think I will ever figure that out. Life isn't really about making choices. But about worrying over the making of choices. Worry a little, and a little more, and a little little more, and strands of grey hair will grow with these worries.
I'd run a thousand miles to get you.
And until the end of time, I don't know why I'm still waiting.
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