I'll give it back to you

Hold your breath, because you've taken mine away
You can give it back on another day
Have you noticed two plus two doesn't equal four always?
So count me in, you can count me in, as you breath it in, you can count on me

 Just give me the world and I will give it back to you 
Just tell me it hurts and I will fix it for you 
Just give me the world, and I will

Can read your mind like a blank stare
And your heart vault in the open air
When you get what you want, do you know you can be so sure?
'Cus one way we can find out, there's one way we can know how
 Just give me the world and I will give it back to you

Just tell me it hurts and I will fix it for you
Just give me the world and I will give it back to you (I'll give it back to you)
So tell me your world, got time to

And distance won't keep me away
This distance won't keep me away from you... won't keep me away from you

 Just give me the world and I will give it back to you
Just tell me it hurts and I will fix it for you
Just give me the world and I will give it back to you (I'll give it back to you)
So tell me your world, got time to

And distance will keep me away
This distance will keep me away from you... will keep me away from you

I'd like to say

I wish I could say I've gotten wiser. I wish I could say that I'd matured enough to not need this anymore. But the fact of the matter is, I haven't. I'd like not to need to vent emotions and feelings somewhere where no one would judge me, but I do. I'm new to this 'growing up' thing. I did my growing fast, a long time ago. I'm not used to feelings and turmoil and complications. I'm used to logic and reasoning, so when things are out of my control; when there's too many feelings and emotions, I vent. And I guess part of it is, like most people, I had a reason for starting this blog. I was meant to share the deepest parts of me. I guess that that goal isn't achieved. There will always be deeper parts of me to delve into, more crappy emotions and trivial worries to think about. And maybe that makes me immature, but I don't really mind. I can be immature in this aspect, because I am in very few other aspects of my life. I'd like to think I've grown a bit at least. In light of my studies, I plan to start another blog, talking about my experiences on road. There's pleanty of blogs about in the UK or USA, but next-to-none in Australia, and most likely none that start from the beginning. So, as a first year paramedic student, I'd like to try to present myself to the world with that. Hopefully I don't botch it too much :P Watch this space :D