There was a guy, there's always a guy, the opposite sex is always ruining everything for a everyone. I hate it, I really hate it. It's been too long since I felt his touch, and It's really killing me. It's been too long since I've kissed his lips, and it's really killing me. It's been too long since he made me smile, and it's really killing me. What's really killing me is the fact that if he was here, I wouldn't know what to say to him, I probably wouldn't have anything to say to him. Now I'm hiding in corners, my knees to my chest, My arms over my legs, my head burried in my arms, I want to cry, I won't cry, but my body acts like it is. My heart does one thing, my mind does another. It's called Saraism. Everytime I speak his language it just reminds me of every word we can't say to each other, and I thought I was better than heartbreak, but I guess I was wrong. I guess I was wrong. I am wrong.