Good Things Never last. . .

depressing but true, the holidays, a hug with your favourite person or best mate, your absolutely favourite song, the moments when you actually feel comfy with who you are and that nothing can be better, that awesome movie, and the feeling you get when someone tells you that he likes you back.


freedom, I think being the main theme here. I properly can't wait until after all the palaver of becoming an ''Employable'' person is over and I can just go camping with the gang and not care about anything.

Jesus, I hate uncertainty, purely because especially recently, it appears to be the route of ALL of my problems.




so pretty
so smart
such a waste of a young heart
what a pity
what a sham
what's the matter with your man


don't you see it's wrong
can't you get it right
out of mind
and out of sight

call on all your girls,
don't forget the boys
put a lid on all that noise

I'm a satellite heart,
lost in the dark


I'm spun out so far
you stop I stop




But I'll be true to you






I hear you're living' outta state
running' in a whole new scene

you know haven't slept in weeks
you're the only thing I see



I'm a satellite heart
lost in the dark
I'm spun out so far
you stop I start
But I'll be true to you

I'm a satellite heart
lost in the dark

I'm a satellite heart
lost in the dark
I'm spun out so far
you stop I start

but I'll be true to you
No matter what you do
yeah I'll be true to you


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