chanel

im perfecting the art of self destruction, just so you can redefine me.
i can finally feel something, this is starting to come together.
but just when i find direction this path splits in two.
(in the event that everything goes terrible wrong, i wish you all the best).
im promting signals directed to you, i beg you answer.
please, just answer the phone and i promise ill start breathing.
here's to giving up hope, and writing to you the words i cant say.
im failing if you havent noticed, would you mind lending a hand?
suddenly, it seems like everyone has directed their laughing towards me.
like im the only one who hasnt seen the ghost in the room.
he's keeping me from stumbling into your arms and aborting this vacant feeling.
i beg you answer my calls, dont leave me face down, bleeding.

translation.
this rests in your hands.
im an embarrasment to everything that should be happening, and all i can do is stand over you watching and waiting.
i just hope your sunday dress will impress all the eyes of a sleepless town.
my knees are locked.
im sorry but i really must stop shaking,,,
im sure everything is fine, everything will be dazling in decision.
just make up your mind because i cant stand these whispers that haunt me.
im losing sleep, another sleepless not promises no tomorrow.
there is no fear involved, follow your heart.

WAIT:
I was being retarded!
Who am I kidding!
Im so fucking happy right now, I wouldnt change it for the world.
In six days youll be here....WOOT!


(edited because it was offensive to some viewers. And myself. But I was being retarded)