Sunday, February 17, 2013

Unbearable

Unbearable.
This is the word I've heard so many times. This word refers to me.
'You are unbearable'.

I know I am.
I never said I was an ideal person. I'm just not any better or worse than you.

How often we just don't see what we are like. Look who's talking, I wanna say then. Look who is unbearable here.

But thank you, those dear to me, for believing in me. Thank you for all the support.
You couldn't have described me any better: unbearable.

Monday, February 4, 2013

Thinking of you

When I'm all alone
Or in a crowd
In a quiet place
Or where music's loud
If I'm on the road
Or in the other room
That's how you know
I'm thinking of you
When the flowers bloom
When the leaves turn brown
When the sun is hot
When the snow falls down down
When the clouds are grey
And the skies are blue
That's how you know
I'm thinking of you

I'm thinking of you
That's all I do, all the time
You're always the first and the last thing on this heart of mine
No matter where I go or what I do
I'm thinking of you

Can't remember now
Who I used to be
What I cared about
Before you came to me baby
Every selfish thought
All I thought I knew
Has been replaced
With thinking of you


I'm thinking of you
That's all I do, all the time
You're always the first and the last thing on this heart of mine
No matter where I go or what I do
I'm thinking of you
That's all I do, all the time
You're always the first and the last thing on this heart of mine
No matter where I go or what I do
I'm thinking of you
Always thinking of you
Yes I am