Vārdi: Rosematter. The Fiscal Year. Chuck Norris Doesn't Sleep, He Waits.

Frustration overwhelms me. I want to rip my heart right from my chest.
And with it pounding in my hands scream, I dont need this anymore.
Is the view, is it better on the west coast? Are the sunsets as breath-taking
As the surreal words that pass through your lips? You are my escape.
You know it, I know it. So many miles, (missed connections).
So why can you read me like the back of your hand?
I have tried with everything in me not to feel this way,
To grow up and realize your faults. Was yours the first time that we locked eyes?