Crazy Arms

Blue is not the word for the way that I feel
And the storm brewing in this heart of mine.
This is no treasured dream I know that it’s real
Your someone else’s love now you're not mine

Crazy arms that reach to hold somebody new
But my yearning heart keeps saying your not mine
My troubled mind knows soon to another you will be with
And that’s why I’m lonely all the time

Please take the treasured dreams I had for you and me
And take all the love I thought was mine
Someday my crazy arms will hold somebody new
But now I’m so lonely all the time

blind

so i go on and on about how emo'd out about soome guy I've never met I am. I'm sure you guys have had your fill with that. Well I finally met him and all i can say is I'm underwhelmed. I think see that what my friends told me is really the case. You can't really meet people online when you haven't really been involved offline. I'm not sure why I can't seem to ever like these guys I meet in person. It's as if there is something about myself I can't see that prevents me from getting involved with anyone. I was really sort of upset aboout kind of fucking up the initial meeting with that guy. I spun this whole fantasy in my head about what could have been. The joys of an overeager imagination. So I finally meet this guy and see that I was all eager over pretty much nothing and the pall of depression is gone as if it never was. The fact that it can fade so quickly is a little bit scary. I guess I should just be happy it's gone and not think about why.