what about all the thinking?

I love times where I don't have anything to do and I just sit on my bed thinking my own thoughts. Sometimes it can be to much.. sometimes I think to much, especially about love! I'll never figure that shit out.. I'm not made for that

I'm like; kiss me! And of course he doesn't. Don't ask me why, I can't think of any thing that has been done wrong or maybe I can.. I don't know, don't know.


Maybe this isn't the right thing anyway.. I can only dream of what it could have been, but it will never become reality.

Overall I don't like to have the time to think