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I'm sick of it,
I'm tired of it,
Every day,
I tell myself,
I don't miss him,
In any way.
I'm sick of it,
I'm tired of it,
Pretending,
Lying to myself.
The old days,
The simple days,
Countless hours,
Countless tears,
Countless laughs,
Countless secrets,
That eventually,
Were all exsposed.
I knew it would end like this,
I kept it to myself.
Even though,
It didn't show,
I tried so hard,
To stop it.
Those memories we made,
Still make me smile,
And they always will.
You seem to have forgotten,
All the good old days.
You seem to have forgotten,
How we felt.
If you had really felt the same.
You seem to have forgotten,
All of our memories.
Thats ok.
You want to forget me?
That's fine.
You want to hate me?
That's fine.
You want me to stay away from you?
That's fine.
You want me to forget what we had?
Never.
I'll alway miss what we had,
Regret what we lost,
But I'll never miss,
What this has become.
 Toxiic Lollipops · Mon Jun 30, 2008 @ 08:59am · 1 Comments |
