I was always confuse....lost....naïve.....dumb.
I was always the girl to get it last.
Looking back, I was blinded by love.
I reached for the stars& hold onto the broken ones.
People said I could receive a better one, but I didn't want to believe it.
I was scared of letting go, for if I let go, then I was scared that I might lose the only star tht I could get a hold of.
Looking back, I never really had a star. If I did, then it was broken down badly, but I was too clueless to pay deeply attention. Or, I was to scared to look up to the sky for the truth.
I was always confuse...lost...naïve...dumb.
I was always the girl to get it last.
Looking back, I was blinded by love..