I talk to you every now and then I never felt so alone again I stop to think at a wishing well My thoughts send me on a carousel Here I am standing on my own Not a motion from the telephone I know not a reason why Solitudes a reason to die Just you wait and see As school life is a It is a woken dream Aren't you feeling alone? Why the fuck did he ever have to tell me that he loved me? Why did he have to make me think that he would always be there for me no matter what? Why did I believe him when he said all of that? Why do I cry over him still? I hate him so fucking much. No. I don't. I love him more than anything. Why can't I hate him? Why can't I get over him? I wish I could hate him. I really do. He doesn't fucking understand how many times I've cried over him. He really doesn't. I wish he did because then maybe he would care a little bit more. Just maybe. What the fuck ever. Even if he cared for me, nothing would change. He won't change and our relationship will never change. The sad thing is that I feel the way I love him will never change.