January 5, 2015

Perfect Scar

Earlier today i was thinking about that day
when i caught my self freeze to death facing the problem and found my self in a term of prolonged sadness with tears all over my face, heart beating fast, and body shaking. Hell-O again, meet my created by amygdala moment. 

Then i felt asleep just like a hippo at the beginning of the night, midnight wakeup then found my self (again) barely can't move from my bed with lots of notification in a cold dark room, according to "still rainy days" in my country. i wake up and try to live the days, to live the day with a full of smile, but the next thing i know i fall out again, crashing my ribs and then barely even know who i am the next minute. 

Meet the "overthinking-of-everything" Azhalea 

Keep asking why did He created me, like so "personality-overthinking" person. 
feels like i'm not in my life right now. 



Nice to meet you. Where you been?
I could show you incredible things. Magic, madness, heaven, sin

Saw you there and I thought oh my god. Look at that face, you look like my next mistake
Love's a game, wanna play


New money, suit and tie
I can read you like a magazine
Ain't it funny rumors fly
And I know you heard about me
So hey, let's be friends
I'm dying to see how this one ends
Grab your passport and my hand
I could make the bad guys good for a weekend

So it's gonna be forever Or it's gonna go down in flames
You can tell me when it's over. If the high was worth the pain
Got a long list of ex-lovers. They'll tell you I'm insane
Cause you know I love the players. And you love the game

Cause we're young and we're reckless
We'll take this way too far
It'll leave you breathless Or with a nasty scar
Got a long list of ex-lovers. They'll tell you I'm insane
But I got a blank space baby. And I'll write your name








Cherry lips, Crystal skies
I could show you incredible things
Stolen kisses, pretty lies
You're the king baby I'm your queen
Find out what you want
Be that girl for a month
But the worst is yet to come
Oh no
Screaming, crying, perfect storms
I could make all the tables turn
Rose garden filled with thorns
Keep you second guessing like oh my god
Who is she? I get drunk on jealousy
But you'll come back each time you leave
Cause darling I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream


Another fact, that every night i already tried to figure it out, what exactly happening but i just can't find the answer yet. Boys only want love if its torture. Even tho the sunshines come through my windows but its just hurting my eyes. And i always found my self a lit bit broken in the morning with this swollen puffy eyes, also doing the same thing forgiving the same mistakes.






Red rose full with thorns but in the end it'll withered
Tell me when when you find the "remote" so i can turn it off...

Do you have it? 


Loves 
- A