There are times when I truly resent my intuition. I wish I could shut it off and be absolutely ignorant and naive. Pretend it's a mistake and be genuinely honest about it. Sitting in the back of the cab, I could feel blood rushing to my head. A heaviness creeping into the back of my neck. The all too familiar "something wrong somewhere". And right on cue, it appeared.
I should have known, I should have known better. Unfortunately for me, I like lost causes. Gunning for another chance, going through all the lengths. Yet I crash and burn once again. This is getting old.
There is love burning to find you
Will you wait for me?
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