The Things I Won'T Admit
As much as I hate to admit it,
Everything you are probably thinking is probably true.
Because every day I think of you,
and the awful things you used to do.
Yet I smile, yet I laugh
yet I still give a crap
When realistically I shouldn't want anything to do
with you.
You Cheated
You lied
You cried and you
Connived
but the more I think ill survive
the less i actually strive
to contrive
a reason for existence
every day I see you standing there
with that Oh-So-Innocent stare
as I pass by you on my way to class
but when you don't know I'm looking
I can tell how you are really looking
sunken in, broken down
and everyday I hope you've found
a reason to say you are sorry
a reason to take me back
a reason to see that everyone of those other girls
lacked
but you never have
you never will
I guess its a good thing
I can lie to myself still.
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