Of Monsters and Men - Love Love Love
Maybe I’m a crook for stealing your heart away.
And maybe I’m a crook for not caring for it.
And maybe I’m a bad, bad, bad, bad person.
Well baby, I know.
how sobering.
to know that i’m not good enough to surpass any rules, or am just not simply up to snuff enough to be allowed staff and international exchange russia.
i mean, i get it. it’s because i’m not old enough.
telling me that i’m one of the best doesn’t do anything, though. telling me that i’m one of the top people doesn’t clarify the fact that i’m one of the best, ever. that doesn’t imply how great i could possibly be. it doesn’t say to me that i’m good.
it just tells me that i’m good out of the rest in the 100 people we have.
.. that’s nothing.
to me, anyway.
that’s nothing.it just goes to prove how i have never won a competition within a team.
ever.
telling me to do that, saying that i’m so ‘good’.. you’re telling me empty words. i’m just not good enough for you to have bumped me up. i’m not good enough to do much, and it’s a sad fact. telling me empty words will only make me build a fake hope, in which i’m doing you a favor by breaking down right now.maybe i’m a good one out of a 100, but so?
i’m not the best, and that’s what matters to me.
sure, be the best- but how do you expect me to do that when there are no opportunities? i can’t make opportunities, either. it’s not because i don’t want to- it’s because they’re against the rules, that of which will cause more consequence rather than anything else.
