in the eye of the interpreter

how the fuck am I supposed to read your signals? how the fuck should I know if you mean b when you say a? whatever it is, tell it to my face, don't try to avoid the truth. Trust me I can handle it - well handling it my way of course.. which might not be very healthy for my body but will definitely get through it. I hate stupid games! Hate 'em. Oh, I know I'm the one who started playing, but it was just beacuse I sat there with a straight royal flush (or whatever you call it) and couldn't see any other end than me winning the lot. But there we are, suddenly not playing by the rules anymore, making up our own ones and my hand isn't worth a rats ass anymore. talk about digging your own grave. Here I am, the player without real feelings, beeing the one who ended up hurt. And it is only my own fault. So trust me, I can handle it. What I can't handle is not knowing. tell me, please tell me. Im not a shrink, I can't see into your brain, I don't know what to believe anymore, My interpretations are not reliable. Give me a sign!

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