A while ago I wrote something about a certain Mystic. Fun to remember exactly what it means, as for someone who might represent an unknown box, leaving me feeling tempted for discoverying. But as my experience would tell me, that mystic (a kind of infatuation, or one of its ways) is just the frame of an empty picture. 'Cause the issue has always been the same for me: I keep on creating expectations over a regular line: defining this as the lowest you could expect
People have their own flavor or "mystic" and it might work for some to create a connection.. Heh, oh dear I've been so mistaken.. I've lied to myself by thinking that "this" mystic is what keeps me attached. But hell no... I'm just looking for the way to figure out who they are.
A couple months ago I had an infatuation, heavy and intense, and the boy did not represent that mystic I once wrote about, but a sign "ana you can't get me"... So thanks to him, I just got it.. Which is where now, I base my new perspective: I might be giving too much info about what defines me...
I'm still trying to understand them all, and while doing so.. Infatuations get created.. well then, I'm only human!
Lyrics by Relient K (let's see if you get them)
I feel like, I would like
To be somewhere else doing something that matters
And I'll admit here, while I sit here
My mind wastes away and my doubts start to gather
Whats the purpose? It feels worthless
So unwanted like I've lost all my value
I can't find it, not in the least bit
and I'm just scared, so scared that I'll fail you
And sometimes I think that I'm not any good at all
And sometimes I wonder why, why I'm even here at all
But then you assure me
I'm a little more than useless
And when I think that I can't do this
You promise me that I'll get through this
And do something right
Do something right for once
So I say if I can't, do something significant
I'll opt to leave most opportunities wasted
And nothing trivial, that life could give me will
Measure up to what might have replaced it
Too late look, my date book
Is packed full of days that were empty and now gone
And I bet, that regret
Will prove to get me to improve in the long run
And sometimes I think that I'm not any good at all
And sometimes I wonder why, why I'm even here at all
But then you assure me
I'm a little more than useless
And when I think that I can't do this
You promise me that I'll get through this
And do something right
Do something right for once
I’m a little more than useless
And I never knew I knew this
Was gonna the day, gonna be the day
That I would do something right
Do something right for once
I notice, I know this
Week is a symbol of how I use my time
Resent it, I spent it
Convincing myself the world's doing just fine
Without me
Doing anything of any consequence
Without me
Showing any sign of ever making sense
Of my time , it's my life
And my right, to use it like I should
Like he would, for the good
Of everything that I would ever know
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