Years dissipate,
I don't trust myself,
with anyone.
Nothing's clicked.
I run away,
I close it up,
I give up,
I kill it.
Don't learn to breathe,
No reason to hold
on to anything.
I need to breathe,
I don't know how anymore,
I've held my breath.
There is no Prince Charming,
There is no Love,
There is no Warmth.
I run away,
I smash it up,
I throw it up.
Unless it's perfect,
I kill it.
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Part 2 of Letting Go
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Ill have it with chocolate
Prerfect doesnt exist.
dont look for what you want, look for what u need
and you know what you need! a short vacation in Belfast visitting your good ol friend Blooten who would take you bison hunting just like you did in the good ol days.
Ofcourse we would change Bison with beer or chocolate but thats worries for laters.
Anyways I disagree there is a prince charming. But sadly i live to far away so you just dont see me to realise he exist.
there is love..but thats not something you need. love is stupid makes u not think. look for someone you like and with whom u dont lose your head. thats the key to a long and happy relationship.
And warmth... well 2 naked bodies rubbed together in a Moose pelt. Thats warmth for ya.
anyways i got to go get my white horse form the shop now so ill see you laters Pocahontas
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