ultimately, i dont understand a thing
i try to do the best i can, i know you try to do the same
we're just so bound to make mistakes
you could call it a disposition
i apologize for all your tears
i wish i could be different
but im still growing up
into the one you can call your love
i dont know it ill ever be enough
im throwing in my chips,
i guess i tend to push my luck
god . im so cheesy
can you believe my ass impulse a bough ukulele after hesitating for years to do so just because of this fucking song
fuck
YOU ARE READING
s/mb.
Randomemotions are fucking awful and i hate them this isn't all bitching, mostly just me talking about my life in a place where hopefully (smart) people won't read about it i guess this is a s/mb, of sorts read at your own risk, or something like that
