She was the one who made me belive in happiness.
She was the one who was there two years ago,
With me.
And now,
I think she dosen't need me anymore.
Well, yes.
She comes back when she's crying,
And I'm the one who conforts her,
But after this,
She just runs away.
But, what about me?
What if I'M sad?
What if I'M crying.
Nothing.
I call this a game.
She's playing with me.
And I let her.
Cause I know Karma will take care of her.
Hanna says it: Sometimes you poke the bear. Other times, the bear pokes you."
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 4:15 PM UTC
She was the one who made me belive in happiness.
She was the one who was there two years ago,
With me.
And now,
I think she dosen't need me anymore.
Well, yes.
She comes back when she's crying,
And I'm the one who conforts her,
But after this,
She just runs away.
But, what about me?
What if I'M sad?
What if I'M crying.
Nothing.
I call this a game.
She's playing with me.
And I let her.
Cause I know Karma will take care of her.
Hanna says it: Sometimes you poke the bear. Other times, the bear pokes you."
remember this, Karma will take care of you.
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