i'm sick to my stomach. sick, sick, sick. i can't stand it when you or anyone acts this way. over a year later people still find great joy in hurting me. i've done nothing to anyone for months and months. why must this continue? does it make you feel grow up? does it make you feel good? does it make you feel as if you have won? you still play these games with me because you know i'm not strong enough to ignore you. please stop it.
it's a good thing tears never show in the pouring rain. as if a good thing ever could make up for all the pain. there'll be no last chance to promise to never mess it up again. just a sweet pain of watching your back as you walk, as i'm watching you walk away and now you're gone it's like an echo in my head and I remember every word you said. it's a cold thing you never know all the ways I tried. it's a hard thing faking a smile when i feel like i'm falling apart inside and you never were, and you never will be mine. no, you never were, and you never will be mine. for the first time, there's no mercy in your eyes and the cold wind is hitting my face and you're gone and you're walking away and I'm helpless sometimes. wishing's just no good cause you don't see me like I wish you would. there's a moment to seize everytime that we meet but you have always keep passing me by. I saw you at the station, you had your arm around what's her name. she had on that scarf i MADE you. you got down to tie her laces. you looked happy and that's great. I just miss you, that's all.
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