Tuesday, July 7, 2009

you treat me just like another stranger.

You treat me just like another stranger
Well it's nice to meet you sir,
I guess I'll go,
I best be on my way out.


That's how I'm treated most of the time. Like a stranger.

I wonder when it'll be MY turn.
My turn to need and be needed.
To love and be loved.
To want and be wanted.
To care and be cared for.

I've felt this way so many times.
Don't know why it hasn't happened yet.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

PARAMORE <3