"and I'll be perfect. I'll be beautiful. Oh, I'll be perfect. I'll be beautiful, I won't be me." is very much intense.
It's that feeling when you've poured all you could in efforts, hopes, wills, and constrained hatred to try to make that one relationship work, but it never does and instead, "she" goes with him and seems to be so much better off. It's like that other guy didn't even try to get her and he tried all he could and never did.
Love is selfish, but come on.
Sometimes, all you ever really need is that special someone.
Thus, "I'm A Wanter".
Shout it out, boy. Angry shouts. Lonely shouts. Regret shouts, confusion shouts.......... on those
"empty beaches that stretches for miles"...........
"and I'll be perfect. I'll be beautiful. Oh, I'll be perfect. I'll be beautiful, I won't be me." is very much intense.
It's that feeling when you've poured all you could in efforts, hopes, wills, and constrained hatred to try to make that one relationship work, but it never does and instead, "she" goes with him and seems to be so much better off. It's like that other guy didn't even try to get her and he tried all he could and never did.
Love is selfish, but come on. Sometimes, all you ever really need is that special someone. Thus, "I'm A Wanter".
Shout it out, boy. Angry shouts. Lonely shouts. Regret shouts, confusion shouts.......... on those "empty beaches that stretches for miles"...........