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I know your sick of me,
I know you can't stand me anymore,
I'm sorry i'm so ******** up,
I'm sorry i'm such a bore.
I don't mean to be the way i am,
That's something you must know.
Will you talk to me again?
Are you a friend or a foe?
At what point did i start to drive you away?
Was it something i did?
One of the many things i say?
I adore you, really,
I adore you i really do.
that's why it's killing not knowing,
whether it's ok to talk to you.
I'll change, i promise,
If it'll bring you back.
I'll be a different person,
Talk about my feelings less,
paper over all of my cracks.
I know my problems are of no interest to you,
I'll no longer tell you what plagues my mind,
When i'm at rock bottom i'll keep my lips sealt tight,
pretend the smiles are easy to find.
At night when the hours are long,
I'll no longer message you on your phone.
I know it's selfish of me to bother you,
just because i'm feeling alone.
I'll be less depressing,
When you ask how i am i'll say i'm just dandy and fine.
I know my sorrow and pain bores you,
so i won't let slip any sign.
We'll just talk about your problems,
and i'll do my best to help you through.
I'll lock mine away or take them out on myself
behind closed doors as i always do.
Everytime i feel like crying,
I'll laugh instead so you don't walk away.
Everytime my past comes back to haunt me,
I'll replace it with something interesting to say.
When i sit shivering in a corner,
Wishing you'd hold me and tell me it will all be ok,
I'll banish those thoughts out of my mind,
paint on a smile and remember you've had a busy day.
I'm so sorry i am the way i am,
please know i don't mean to be.
It's just sometimes i can't escape from my mind
and the things that have happened to me.
I know you don't care,
I know you only want to talk about yourself,
I'm sorry i never shut up,
from now on i'lll take it out on my health.
I don't mean to seem cold hearted towards people,
I'm just so scared to let them close.
Everyone always drifts away in the end
leaving me broken and morose.
And you've done just the same, drifted away,
A friendship that'll no longer be.
Just a name, a shadow,
Nothing but a memory.
And you won't be the last to leave me,
not the last to get tired of my ways.
Another sick of the hurt i cause
no-one ever stays.
I know your sick of me,
I know you can't stand me anymore,
I'm so sorry i'm so ******** up,
I'm so sorry i'm such a bore...
 Dark_Zero_Love · Thu Jun 07, 2007 @ 01:47am · 0 Comments |
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