domingo, dezembro 2

Stop


I know who you are.
I know how you analyze everything, every piece of every thought, every word, every image, every sound.
I know how you keep something in your mind and i also know how you wont let it go until you've fully understood it.
I know how you try to show a side of yours that is rehearsed. I know it's because you're afraid to be rejected if you showed your true self.
I know how lovely you can be, and i know how deep your fears are.
I know you.