Yes, I am guilty!
Guilty of possesivness...exactly like you said!
Of being too loud and not collected...
I didn't figure it out yet!
I am thinking long enough...about this song.
Want to make it proud and fierce,
but only sadness comes along.
Gosh! You two have no idea,
how many times I cried, felt like a doormat!
My memory was showing pictuers,
of your lovely, little flat.
Your dogs, food, the sense of love.
Damn I miss it still.
Luxuries I wasn't used to...
and now all that is gone.
I am guilty of thinking,
I could release the Me with you.
Guilty of not being passive
and guilty of telling the truth.
I am guilty of holding too tight,
guilty of taking things to the heart,
guilty of not bringing enough
and guilty of letting you make me laugh!
I should have known better!
But at the end of the day,
the things that disrupt you...I love!
I like myself for being loud and open,
I hate being shy.
Furthermore I quite hate passive,
cause I've seen active and alive!
I know what selfish can do to others...
but you act like you don't care.
Proud of hurting smn's feelings...
and calling yourself healthy! Fair?
So I am guilty and I screw up...a lot.
But, so what?
I won't change for anybody...
I will never stop :)