Some days are just not meant to be your way. Whatever I do, whatever I say, it is going against me. Seems like I am a lone fighter in this battle which I have already lost, but still trying to change the fate. I wish this was all a dream. I have tried to become everyone but me... and that too for everyone else's sake. My skool mates wanted me to help them as much as I could. My high skool friends, took all the advantage of me as much they could (not unknowingly though). Now I understand that is has been correctly said:
The toughest task in this world is to remain yourself even when people are constantly trying to make you someone else.
Today, I could not recognize myself in the mirror. I forgot when I saw the the real me.
There have been days when I was alone, I was sad, I was broken, but today is something different. I am not broken, not sad and not alone also, but things don't seem perfect. Something is missing, lyf is lacking out on something. Maybe its the lyf in itself only which I am missing. Doing right ends up as doing wrong. Making a point to someone seems like I am trying to make my presence felt and the point in talking seems meaningless. This is only my part of the story, maybe the other part would be exactly opposite. I don't belong here. I am really an Outsider.. trying to find a place for myself. Squeezing in, adjusting, trying my best, but each day still making me realize that its all in vain. Every morning a battle starts and every evening, I end up losing that and losing a little more faith on the belief that I really do belong here. Do I really belong in this stupid world, full of selfish people, some for money and some for love? Everyone wants to have everything, but no one wants to share anything.
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You're Not Sorry
Songwriters: Swift, Taylor Alison;
All this time I was wasting,
Hoping you would come around
I've been giving out chances every time
And all you do is let me down
And it's taking me this long
Baby but I figured you out
And you're thinking we'll be fine again,
But not this time around
You don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
Don't wanna hurt anymore
And you can tell me that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby
Like I did - before
You're not sorry, no no oh
Looking so innocent,
I might believe you if I didn't know
Could've loved you all my life
If you hadn't left me waiting in the cold
And you got your share of secrets
And I'm tired of being last to know
And now you're asking me to listen
Cause it's worked each time before
But you don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
Don't wanna hurt anymore
And you can tell me that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby
Like I did - before
You're not sorry, no no, oh
You're not sorry no no oh
You had me crawling for you honey
And it never would've gone away, no
You used to shine so bright
But I watched all of it fade
So you don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
There's nothing left to beg for
And you can tell me that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby
Like I did - before
You're not sorry, no no oh
You're not sorry, no no oh
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| I wish I could... |
There is no one else except you who can understand and feel your pain. People always try to portray as friends, as well-wishers, as colleagues, but at the end of the day, they will not hesitate to slit your throat with the knife of trust.
