Crazier

Boy, no other word can describe my feeling. Yuks! What the hell is going on with me. Well let’s just say that you drive me crazy. Day by day. Crazier. I know how imperfect I can be at the time being. Probably I am that kind of girl who would cry alone in a dark, secluded room rather than go and tell you what’s inside me. Just a little too not over you, and I’ve been told at least a thousand times it’s not worth the struggle, the hurt or the trouble. I keep running up this front lights, but no. I won’t surrender, I’ll wait here forever. If I told you that I love you, but I’m doing alright without you would be a lie. But I could try. Id run 1000 miles.