I go out to crowded clubs trying to forget what we ever had. It never works. It makes me miss you more than you'll ever know. Especially after you sweet talk the shit out of me. You can't play the bad guy and the good guy in the same movie.. The joker is never batman in the end!
This needs to stop you need to make your mind up kid. As soon as I'm done with you, as soon as your an after thought, as soon as I've forgotten your name.. You pop back up. And of course you know just the right time to do so. Of course you know just the right words to say. And of course you play it off so well that it makes me hate you even more.
I hate you so much I love you.. And that fact I can not and will not admit to myself. I don't care what the situation. And god forbid I admit anything to you. It normally just ends up getting thrown back in my face anyway.. So what's the point? Your nervous around me because you miss me, you miss me because you like me.. Lines? Is that all that that is? Because that's what it sounds like. And I'm sick of playing games!
I'm too old for this nonsense and if I am it means you defiantly are. Time to grow up. Time to put your big boy pants on and start acting like an adult. But you think I'm too serious and i think your full of shit. so will we ever see things the way they're meant to be seen?
who knows? who ever knows anything really? and am i so wrong to feel the way i do about you? i know my friends would say yes. you fucking did this. not me, you. you caused this riff between us. when i had no one else to turn too i always had you. and now we hardly speak.. so what does hat say about us?
was there too much passion? did we care too much, that we got hurt this bad? both of us in our own right. me because you left me and you because i refused to put up with it? was it just too much? or was it exactly what both of us needed.. at that time or forever? i guess now well never know?
and so is life.. a century or so of unanswered questions.. of truths untold.. of what if's and what the fucks. this is what we strive for the questions.. the passion.. the pain. if there was none, there would be no answers.. no happiness.. no satisfaction. so it is what it is..
ill miss you every day until we meet again, if that day should ever come. i know that we will forever be apart of each others lives.. but in the way both of us are hoping for? who knows? all we can do is watch the story play out and hope for the best. fuck, and if it doesn't..well.. it was nice knowing you...
This needs to stop you need to make your mind up kid. As soon as I'm done with you, as soon as your an after thought, as soon as I've forgotten your name.. You pop back up. And of course you know just the right time to do so. Of course you know just the right words to say. And of course you play it off so well that it makes me hate you even more.
I hate you so much I love you.. And that fact I can not and will not admit to myself. I don't care what the situation. And god forbid I admit anything to you. It normally just ends up getting thrown back in my face anyway.. So what's the point? Your nervous around me because you miss me, you miss me because you like me.. Lines? Is that all that that is? Because that's what it sounds like. And I'm sick of playing games!
I'm too old for this nonsense and if I am it means you defiantly are. Time to grow up. Time to put your big boy pants on and start acting like an adult. But you think I'm too serious and i think your full of shit. so will we ever see things the way they're meant to be seen?
who knows? who ever knows anything really? and am i so wrong to feel the way i do about you? i know my friends would say yes. you fucking did this. not me, you. you caused this riff between us. when i had no one else to turn too i always had you. and now we hardly speak.. so what does hat say about us?
was there too much passion? did we care too much, that we got hurt this bad? both of us in our own right. me because you left me and you because i refused to put up with it? was it just too much? or was it exactly what both of us needed.. at that time or forever? i guess now well never know?
and so is life.. a century or so of unanswered questions.. of truths untold.. of what if's and what the fucks. this is what we strive for the questions.. the passion.. the pain. if there was none, there would be no answers.. no happiness.. no satisfaction. so it is what it is..
ill miss you every day until we meet again, if that day should ever come. i know that we will forever be apart of each others lives.. but in the way both of us are hoping for? who knows? all we can do is watch the story play out and hope for the best. fuck, and if it doesn't..well.. it was nice knowing you...
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