Your name isn't Rio but i don't care for sand

Only two days to go, and now i realize i want to stay. I want to stay so bad.
Not because of the parties, not because i feel like home here.
I just Can'T stand being back although i know i Have to.
I've been having some pretty good careless days :) wonderful and i think i really am a new person :) not that i can find a different word, i just know i am, in a good way :)
Eventhough i have to see you everyday in another person's face, i guess i could stand that for a little more time, anyway, that's one thing that's going to chance.
I don't want to see you anymore when i get back, or think of you no matter where i'm walking. That's it. No more you, in a good way too though :P I'm coming clean.
As i come to think of it, London should be more cold in this time of the year, but actually it has never been warmer, i was never so sober with myself.
Feels so good to be here, but maybe i do want to get back and get it all over with.
Ain't i getting positive? Seems like it :)
keepin' it positive for me and not anyone else.
It's a must and not a have to.



"Lighting the fuse might result in a bang, bang, go!" ;)