I use to think.. that when i would explain us. how i d tell the story of us. the sparks flew. and i know i had you when i met you. but the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy. i purposly ignore you. you over react. and now i think ur nothing but a joke. i guess i can be mean.

Standing alone in this cold room. and i havnt heard silence quite this loud.

now this is looking like a battle who will give up first.

I just want to go somewhere, where i dont have to explain. my current mistake. and i guess i knew from the start it wouldnt work. but i tried so hard. i set myself up for when you left. and now in a rage i hate you yet i cry for you. and i dont want you and then im so use to you. so i want you again. and then throw you away over and over agin. and this isnt what i wanted. and where did i go?

i read you like a book.a nd when the ending comes i always close the book. im afriad of the ending.

so i wake up im a panic. i never knew id wake up and be hungry for you.

This is everything. inside.

I dont know how to hold you with would shaking. and i dont know how i can love you with out aching. cus this is the last honest love i will ever give. this eveything. out on the table. yes i gave you all of me. when you didnt expect it all was there. and as i came flying at you. you watched me fall to the ground. and the first time was okay. it wasnt meant to hurt me. so i tryed again. and again. i got lost and to forgiving.