This is my life,
but how come I'm not in charge of it?
Do they really think I'm not ready to risk, and take chances.
Do they think of me as base?
They don't really know me.
I've only wished once that somebody did,
And he did.
But it ended horrific.
He burned my life with his lethal love...
I've wished for him back, but he never appeared.
I want to feel his warm embrace
His hand clasped onto mine.
This life is mine..
I learned to keep myself safe from jerks...
But I'd be so much more happy,
If MY jerk was back,
with our hands entwined.
I want him back..
But in this life of mine..
I guess I never will,
Get that one person to come back again...
He read me like an open book..
I guess I just wasn't enough..
I can't hate him..
I can still love him..
But it's not like that..
I can't decide how right I feel.
My heart races when I'm around him..
If he'd like to have another conversation soon..
Because all I want to do is lean into his warm chest and cry and sob my
I just him back in this life..
Because this life..Is my life..
And I can control it.