Sleepless gliding
Over the city lights
Watch us flying
Over the streets tonight

And I say
There’s a way, oh there’s a way I know
There’s a way, oh there’s a way I know
There’s a way, oh there’s a way
I know that someday we will surely find it
There’s a way, oh there’s a way I know
There’s a way, oh there’s a way I know
Someday, there’s a way
Someday, there’s a way I know.

Sunday morning
Watching the city sleep
Dreams are shining
Finally they’re within reach

where any ounce of shyness is coming from from me. I can talk to anyone except guys. I get shy, although seemingly not - I over think everything that comes out of my mouth and get completely nervous. I’m not a fan of this whole game playing thing. What happened to the days where people would just be into each other and acknowledge it? No game playing, just flirting. SIMPLE flirting. Seeing where that shit goes and making the best of it for the time being. No single person in their twenties is looking to get married to the next relatively hot person they see. Everyone is a secret attention whore and is always looking for a quick fix of that attention - I know I am. If it goes somewhere cool, if it doesn’t it sucks but someone else comes around. Except, apparently, I won’t approach them because I’m a pussy bitch and if I do I feel incredibly stupid the whole time. BUT I CAN TALK TO ANYBODY ELSE ABOUT ANYTHING. Ugh. My life is a fail. 

The days and nights turn into one, 
as these farfetched illusions stir in my head.
My pupils wide, my heart prepared although it seems
I couldn’t be more scared.
Aware of my dreams and less of reality,
nothing is truly what it seems.
Who dare speak of courage?
Who here has dignity?
What have these people to offer?
Not an ounce of hope, 
but rather the will to prove themselves
time and time again.
They’re elated by adamancy
and yearn for quarrels,
preaching on a feeling in hopes that 
logic will prevail once again.

(via cuehappiness)