Because We Love Each Other.Who wants to be loved from a pedestal? Take me down and show me what living is like. Who wants to be loved from the bottom of your sole? Pick me up and treat me like an equal - even if I'm not. I've become the moth that lights draw in only to get too close and be burned. My light is the screen, the worst kind of light. Wonder what it would be like to be stuck on the side of the road in a windstorm, wonder why I've never been before. Every new fate I inexplicably hear about on tv I wonder why it wasnt sent my way. Not that I want it to be - but more like in the sense where I wonder what I've done to not only avoid death but to become friends with it. What is worse - caring too much or not caring at all? Anymore, the only happy medium is a fortune teller with a credit card machine. Love the way you bring me out of my bad moods but hate that you're the one that puts me in them in the first place. I'd take blame for myself to circumvent being a hypocrite but all I did wrong was love you. "You won't be liked, but you'll be loved." Give me a map and tell me to go to hell, but I've already found it somewhere between the gutter and the glam.
The more I think about it-its kinda weird. Strange but true. Everytime I saw the clock say it was "11:11" I thought of what I wanted most and I just wished to be happy. Nothing else. But it wasn't working cause time would pass and I'd still be unhappy. I almost gave up on the whole "11:11" thing. Then it hit me tonight by the look in his eyes, that all those wishes I made over time have piled up and finally came true at once.
You can never really predict the end of anythjng, just what you lose from it.
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