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I love eccentricities that are grounded in humor.
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Posted on: 7.17.2014 @ 4:08 AM |
I'm sorry that I mumble when I feel overwhelmed Especially when I know people care I just couldn't pick the right words to say And I hate to cry in front of others I rather do it privately So as to not be a burden I'm sorry that these past few days I lack the energy Or motivation to look happy in front of the crowd Understand that I'm also weak and fragile I may look tough and carefree But when I can't bear the load that I have My knees weaken, my disposition sad and my heart's in pain I'm sorry for not being cute And acting mighty when in fact I'm not I'll surrender everything, I'll pick up from where I've been If it seems that I'm not trusting anyone No, I just don't want anyone else to feel responsible My head's full of thousand things to say Yet I don't have the courage to convey them I'll pick up from where I've been Just wait This is a fleeting moment Trust me I'll even be more bubbly the next time you see me
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