And here I am again, went away to my future destination.
I missed you, but it was a kind of missing I could actually handle,
Back at home and I’m missing you just like before.
Constantly thinking of the possibilities, the things you might end up saying,
The anger you might spill over me if we do end up talking.
I can’t trust you as much as before, you killed it.
I have this strong feeling that you will get angry and turn away from me again.
It sucks because I love you and I’m so fucking sure of it.
I’ve been hanging out with this amazingly weird guy,
Yet I can’t get you out of my mind, I can’t see me with him.
I can’t see me with you right now, I see it in my dreams, I keep in my mind I’m better off alone.
At times I think, damn I wish he was here with me, experiencing this.
I don’t know why or how love works, and I don’t feel like asking.
Let’s just say this bond we have together is so different and unforgettable,
It’s like morphine, it takes away all pain and the bad memories are left behind.
I’m willing to tell you everything,
I know you can only handle so much though.
I know you’re patience wears thin, I’m afraid you’re not strong enough to wait for me.
You said you want to talk as friends, if we would’ve kept talking we could’ve gotten back together on our anniversary.
I had it all planned out, we would talk again, become best friends again,
I’d make you a mix CD and put it on your car at night for you to listen.
It would say “I feel alone and tired, let’s start this again?”
But as for that, it stays in the past, you moved on and said you couldn’t handle me going to Prom with someone else.
I will admit I had fun without you, because it felt so freeing being away from you for a while.
It hurt me when I saw you with her, but then I could care less cause I knew what you we’re doing.
It’s all a cycle, you always come back.
I’ve become stronger, it doesn’t matter what I want anymore.
I want you, but that’s not necessarily what I need.
I’ve pulled through alone this long now, what makes you think I’ll give you a second chance?
You know too much that’s why,..I let you into my deep thoughts and dark heart.
I told you everything I was feeling to show you that I was capable of it,
I’m not changing, I’ll never change for you or for anyone.
I took my stance and you took it as me not caring enough for you.
In the end don’t you realize, if you love someone you fucking accept them, don’t try to change them.
If you wanted someone to be exactly the way you wanted them to be,
How easily boring would that be?
We only had about 3 disputes within our whole relationship,
We’ve had more when we weren’t together, do see what I’m getting at?
I don’t believe in that shit of lasting forever, or thinking of marriage.
If I want to live in the present …let me be,
I let you blab on about your future with me.
I heard that’s what you tell everyone you’ve been with recently,
To move out together go on living life as one.
I kept that in mind, and saw it all as bullshit,
How the fuck am I supposed to know you’re real for the third time?
For the third fucking time, it pisses me off.
I’ve never given anyone a third chance,
But I’ve never been so strongly affected by someone like you,
My stomach still hurts whenever I encounter you,
It’s like it forcing my brain to not make me smile, but my heart sure does.
If only you could see it, if you could open your eyes and show me, not just say it.
I know nothing is easy but I know we might gain something out of all this,
I’m afraid your lack of patience is what’s going to kill it.
Do you remember the times we felt so comfortable with each other?
I felt so awkward and nervous around you at first,
But as time went by I felt the security of something in you that I could trust.
I don’t know what it was, it just felt right to tell you what I was feeling,
To tell you how you made me feel and what was actually bothering me.
I’m here alone again as always, listening to my music.
The music is all I can trust in now, and I cry when one comes up that reminds me of you.
It sucks so bad, it makes me sad.
I love these songs, and you’re image just comes on back.
I’ve never fought for someone, the only thing I’m fighting for now is another opportunity in soccer.
I guess I hope fate will accept it, and let me back out there to not fear no less another injury.
How do you feel? That’s what I’m aching to know,
I’m scared yet anxious to find out.
I hope I don’t shake and cry as I hear you out, but if I do I know I won’t care because it’s you.
Are you serious this time or are you just feeling lonely?
Do you just want to fall back on me because you know everything of me,
You know how much I care for you.
But you pushed me back again, and it hurts so much more the second time.
I’m willing to take the risk of getting hurt a third time,
You promised you never would, but those kinds of promises never fall through.
Now don’t get mad cause I broke a promise too,
I had to smoke, I’m sorry but I needed it to stop stressing,
To stop the stupid depression.
I see you at school now, I know you look my way,
But I just can’t look towards you, my stomach hurts and I hate it.
It just reminds me that I’m so drawn to you,
I doubt my feelings will ever change towards you and that’s sad,
Because if you know that, maybe you’ll just keep breaking my heart and coming back.
We’ve both tested it out, you more than me that is.
I went out with another guy, you went out with another girl.
Mine was just a date, you got committed to yours.
Do you see the difference? So if you have something to say about that,
Don’t you dare use that as an excuse.
I didn’t kiss him, I didn’t hold his hand, I didn’t do anything friends wouldn’t do.
You held her hand, you kissed some other girl at that dance.
But I’m not stressing, I’m not holding it against you now am i?
All I said was that I felt bad when you went to sadies with some girl,
And I had everything ready to ask you but you left me.
I told you ahead of time of my date, and explained how much of a friend he was,
But you just attacked the situation in the most negative way.
No reasoning, just crying, I know it hurt you.
You don’t think I wasn’t hurt when I knew what you did?
Fuck, open your eyes already. Am I wasting my time again?
I’m not gonna sit here and cry for you, write these 4 page poems about you,
I’ve confessed so much to you, and it was all from my heart to you.
You said some things and I felt they were real,
But then you turn away from the reality.
I’m not going to apologize anymore; I don’t feel obligated to do so.
I’m tired of getting fucked over,
And being told “Sorry, I fucked up” and leading me on,
I’m done as of right now.
“I saw you again and again and again,
There’s some room to move on, to move on, to move on..
How do we fix this if we never had vision?”