I just wanna relax….
I just wanna hit the pause button..
I just wanna put silence on max….
I just wanna freeze the mourn..
I love to be loved
I love to love
I love to be happy
I love to be unconditional In my relationships
I love to be hugged
I love to be a part of
I would absolutely love to be glued to his hip
Why does it seem that pain is my muse and happiness dulls my imagination? Is it just that as I have lived a life full of pain- and a life of substance that consists of more happy times than pain means that my imagination, my inspiration is gone?
I just want to be me. A billion questions I have that will never be answered. It’s okay though because I love to be happy, I love to be loved, and I love to love. And damn – I wish I could be glued to his hip.