... that I've had enough. I'm happy and I'm sad.
I wanted a fairy tale and didn't get it.
That's OK, I know.
I just wanted it to be simple. I don't deserve this.
I wish he could've been part of it. It's OK and it isn't.
Why don't things turn out how you hope them to? I'm not someone full of insecurity.
I don't doubt, I don't scrutinise. Why doesn't it work out?
I'm OK, but I just had a different door open, a door that could've led to other things. But it's closed, it's not enough, it's not what I want,
He just represented that door. A false door.
Why do I want someone to share my life with. Why can't I just not hurt and be myself and not need or want anyone.
It's OK.
