I feel like a needle in a haystack
Thinking that this is all a dream
If only I could look at the bigger picture
All I do is complain
about how I am different,
About how I am lost in this big pile.
Maybe I am different, maybe
Being different is a good thing, it’s unique and original.
I am comfortable with falling in love with a lie,
As long as I don’t get to know the truth.
That is the reason for why I smile… because you expect me to cry…
Maybe you’re right.
I mistook our endless conversations, your sweet texts, the compliments & our amazing moments for you liking me.
i let my guard down and got hit
i got hit with affection like i had never been loved before
at least if i die now, i know what happiness feel like
now in this abyss i am stuck
but then again i am just a needle in this Haystack