I glance at her, raising an eyebrow, "Well, Miss Fortune Cookie, I happen to know for a fact this negative thing is embedded within me. I don't have to think about it; it's just there."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I sigh again. "Well. Then dont say it. Out loud, I mean. It'll only make things worse for yourself. Write it in a journal or paper or something," I suggest.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I shrug and sigh, "Talking doesn't always make things worse. Communication is the only way to learn what's wrong with you and the only way to figure out how to fix it."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I look at him, dumbfounded. "Fine. Just not here. Around me. Okay? I dont like it when people do that to themselves..." I say, running a hand through my hair.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!