He is saying goodbye slowly this time. It doesn’t make it hurt any less. In fact it makes it more painful.
He will never love me. He will never ask me to be the one with him. He will lose me and he will be happy about it, no matter how much he states that he “doesn’t understand” why I am treated the way I am.
I want to ask him “well why do you do it?” But I can’t be cruel to him.
I made it so he could move onto someone else. I opened him back up to someone else stepping in where I wasn’t. I dug my own grave, I should just lie down and let them stomp the grass down.
I don’t want to exist anymore.
It’s happening again and I can’t do anything to stop it, or slow it down. I only mean anything when I am real, touchable and near. I have no one to blame but myself. I am a stupid cow, and that never changes. He will never choose Kitty.
Things you wish you could take back…didn’t you? I can tell. Because now in the dim light of this rainy day, you are colder then it is outside.
First world problems.
People, children dying, I’m complaining because I’m feeling rejected.
What’ll I do when you
Are far away
And I’m so blue,
What’ll I do?
What’ll I do when i
Am wondering who
Is kissing you,
What’ll I do?
What’ll I do with just
To tell my troubles to?
I hate it when lyrics smack you upside the head with truth.
I don’t want crumbs anymore. I want the whole cookie.