I’ve been to naive for my own good, again. It seems I never notice anything…
Decisions are my downfall, I’d rather let fate take over, I know that’s quite a girly thing to say.
Been listening to Billy Talent…
“Like a target drawn across my chest,
She’s a bullet in Russian roulette
You said you’d never turn your back on me?
(Rescue me, rescue me!)
Would you stand by me, or bury me?
(Bury me!)
Why don’t we end this lie?
I can’t pretend this time
I need a friend to find,
My broken mind, before it falls to pieces…”
But things like that will never work out.
