Here I am again. Talking. Pretending you were mine. Pretending you can be mine once again.
I know that's a lie. The biggest lie I've ever told. He's not you, I can't try to pretend.
The little piece of you i've kept is eating away at me. I don't know why.
You are self absorbed, whiney, cocky...without any merit at all...but yet you are the one i seem to be stuck on.
I have my choice of boys or girls, but you are the one I come back to.
I hate every part of you. The excuses, the constant state of being intoxicated in some sort.
But I love the me around you. The one who knows who they are, where they belong in this world. What they should be doing.
Is this what everyone talks about? Is this the feeling? Am I just completley insane? Maybe just a bitch. Whatever it is maybe I need to try again.
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