I am sick of writing about this. I'm sick of thinking about it. Sick of feeling how I feel. But since I am sick of writing about it, I am just going to let Small Brown Bike say it, since Mike Reed said it best the first time around.
What went wrong? Did you even try?
You made me think that this would work all along.
I should of known better. You made me try.
You made me feel like I was everything.
One of us has to get hurt (Don't fall for this boy).
And the other asks, "was it worth it this time?"
She said, "pick one," so I took both (I had the look in my eyes),
the Good and the Ugly.
I couldn't wait to see you.
I couldn't wait to hear you.
You can keep those three words wrapped up for yourself.
What went wrong? What did you see?
You looked right through me...you looked right through me
Everything meant everything to you (I have to write you).
Everyone mean everything to you (I hope you get the pieces of me).
I have to write you. I hope you get the pieces of me.
Pen and Paper is all I have.
Begging you lease, I'm sending you my hands and knees.
Why must I try?
Why do I try?
A (supposedly) great city that I will (hopefully) never return to.
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