harakiri

Look at me now; I become a person that I hate most. I’m now have successfully converted into a jerk. What do you know?!

I’m guilty when I asked him to kiss me.

I’m guilty when I sucked his sweet-cherry-lips into mine.

I’m guilty when I couldn’t sleep thinking about how great our kiss was.

I’m guilty when I look deep inside his eyes whenever he looks at me.

And it means that I have officially regarded as the jerk of the year!

Fuck me asshole!!

Now I know why a person cheats.



there’s still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
there’s still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
it’s still a little hard to say what's going on

there’s still a little bit of your ghost your weakness
there’s still a little bit of your face i haven't kissed
you step a little closer each day
that I can´t say what´s going on

stones taught me to fly
love, it taught me to lie
life, it taught me to die
so it's not hard to fall
when you float like a cannonball

there’s still a little bit of your song in my ear
there’s still a little bit of your words i long to hear
you step a little closer to me
so close that I can´t see what´s going on

stones taught me to fly
love, it taught me to lie
life, it taught me to die
so it's not hard to fall
when you float like a cannon..
stones taught me to fly
and love taught me to cry
so come on courage
teach me to be shy
cause it's not hard to fall
and i don't wanna scare him
it's not hard to fall
and i don't wanna lose
it's not hard to grow
when you know that you just don't know


- Cannonball, Damien Rice -