terça-feira, 16 de novembro de 2010

Mind your heart

My heart tells me to stay. My mind tells me to go. I don't know which one to trust. Both are liars, both make me sick. I feel like flying, I feel like dying. I don't know if I like it. I'm sure I'm not able to stop it. I don't know if I want to stop it. I'm happy, but I may be sad. I enjoy this pain, but I hate it bad.