Lament

I just don't know what to do with myself.
Oh dear. Its one of those days. Am PMS-ing. Am quite sure. During this disgusting period everything to you becomes crap. What you do is crap. You eat crap. Your family is crap. Your brother the scum of the earth. See u think crap. You look crap. You even write crap.

"Who could refrain that had a heart to love,
and in that heart courage to make's love known"

I'm in love with the idea of being in love
I'm quite sure I know exactly how it feels
But I'm keeping it to myself
I'm not taking the risk, sharing the novelty
With you

You told me if I loved somebody
I gotta tell them how I feel
Otherwise that moment pass
And I'll end up feeling terribly misused

Oh it'd flatter you to know
The moment I'm hanging onto is with you
Yet trust me you won't know how to deal
And we'd prolly end up in circles
Two people, confused

So I'm in love with the idea of loving you
There's really nothing much left to do
Just maybe I could hang myself
Rob me of the need to feel

Decided it should be titled Defined by absence. Anyhow this crap was inspired by Bi. But its ironic coz she doesnt understand it. Doesnt even remotely like it I think. So yeah. But thanks for the inspiration. O gawd....ciao till the crap dies so I can stop being dramatic.