Does it matter anymore?
Does it make a difference?
I'm not sure anymore.
But I'm thinking not.
You don't know me.
So don't pretend like you do.
No one will ever understand.
Understand me.
How I feel all the time.
Alone?
Misunderstood?
Underestimated?
Over looked?
Not good enough?
That's just a few of the many things.
So if you don't try, neither will I.
I don't want to get close to anyone.
I know I should, but I can't stand the thought of getting hurt.
I'm a girl that's more to herself.
Don't tell people too much.
Anything people can use against me, I tend to stay away from.
I have a feeling,
A feeling that no one will ever no my whole story.
Except, for my true love.
That's right I believe in fate.
And time.