Before I met him, I would dance in the shower.
When he was in my life, I would think about showering with him.
After he left, I would sit on the ground in the shower and cry.
When I got over him, I showered so quickly there was no time for dancing, fantasies or tears.
Someone can invade the smallest parts of your life,
you won’t even realize it until you dance in the shower again
and wonder why you ever stopped.
Hard to believe that the same girl that wears a smile all through the day also cries herself to sleep at night
Dying to explain
I am not the only one, and I guess that’s a good thing. But what about the others? The ones who don’t understand what I feel or that I don’t know exactly how to explain it to them without breaking down. They just say “I’m sorry” and move on as if it was a phase that will pass. But they don’t understand. They never will.