We ask myself
How many days I have to live?
How many days I have to hide?
How many days I have to pretend?
How many more days I have to wait?
How many more days I have to listen?
How many more days I have to wait?
How many more days or does this have to be forever wait?
Even Disney Princesses have its limits
For me it’s an endless sorrow…
I can’t be this innocent bird that’s stucked in its cage forever and with a strong heart she’s never will deserve happiness…
How many days?
It exists in a way for me to transmit this message to you… So nice to know that you will receive this message without me worrying that you have not received it. Then what we need to worry about is the meaning of this message are meaningful enough for me to send it to you. I would like here to make this message/letter be simple to understand. Easy for us both to understand. I would like to ask myself of how many days that I need/want to think about you before my feelings for you is gone… Who will be counting the days for me?
I want to know how many songs love songs. I have to listen when writing to you before my feelings stop? My feelings and my mind have been sleeved/disturbed just in a box of reality… I’ve chosen a path to let go… to let go of myself, my control. It’s about I need to think of what’s reality & what is true… Then I realized that I had distanced myself from reality for a long time…
