November 11th

I miss him so much 
My friends tell me 
It will all pass 
That young love 
Isn't ever real 
That he never treated me right 
But they never knew 
What I did to him 
He himself 
Never knew 
And never will know 
I can't stop dreading these thoughts 
I keep saying I don't care 
But I do; I really can't stop 
When he pushed I pulled 
When I pushed he ran 
He doesn't want it my way 
I don't want it his way 
The problem would stay if we do 
It's just got to pass 
Just give me a break already 
There are those days where I forget 
I forget what he did to me 
Just so I could talk to him 
It's pathetic how he used to call me 
It's pathetic how I answered 
I miss waking up to him 
I hate missing him 
He deserves a smart girl 
A pure girl 
An affectionate girl 
She's just not me 
And I'm all out of time 
And I'm all out of motivation 
They tell me I deserve the same 
But they don't know that side of me 
He's all I want 
And all I've loved 
And all I've truly hated 
But this is the end 
It's only the end, right? 
I don't know how to learn 
I don't know how to change 
I don't know how to change my ways 
I'll just stay here 
While he moves on 
And forgets all about me 
I never am on time 
We were young, we were dumb, we were drugged 
I still don't wanna do it his way 
No way in Hell am I gonna change 
I just wanna know 
I just wanna watch him go by 
So I could finally forget 
Oh, wait my phone's ringing 
Oh, wait I answer 
Oh, wait he's on my porch 
Oh, wait he's back 
Oh, no 
Endless 
Endless 
Endless
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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