Why? Simple. I don't want people to see what I think or feel unless I trust them completely and my eyes are usually my only give away.
I also discovered that Michael Buble can be relaxing enough to put me to sleep when I have difficulty sleeping. Being serenaded is nice too...
Still, I was talking with Hallie last night about my doubts. They're instilled much deeper than I thought. Despite all the nice acts, I still wonder if they're just acts, because really? Can these people really exist? Yes. I'm working on it.
I'm Not Surprised
Not Everything Lasts
I've Broken My Heart So Many Times,
I Stop Keeping Track.
Talk Myself In
I Talk Myself Out
I Get All Worked Up
And Then I Let Myself Down.
I Tried So Very Hard Not To Lose It
I Came Up With A Million Excuses
I Thought I Thought Of Every Possibility
And I Know Someday That It'll All Turn Out
You'll Make Me Work So We Can Work To Work It Out
And I Promise You Kid That I'll Give So Much More Than I Get
I Just Haven't Met You Yet
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