So did we ever want the same things? You want a love you could live without. Maybe after all we´re on different wavelengths.
Something´s just eluding me, somehow.
But to have an opinion is fraught with danger
Could you ever believe there´s no hidden agenda with me?
Applying the brakes may well protect you; boundaries in place will keep a heart safe. But I think love should come with madness, that there is no road you should not take. Surviving isn´t everything: I´d rather drown than not dive in. But what does it matter what I think? Why should I have to understand? What gives me the right to judge you? And what do I know anyway didn´t you always say I don´t live in the real world?