so what if i was dramatic
that doesn't mean that i didn't feel that way
you met me right around the time my dad broke my heart
he was everything to me
and he broke my heart
and you got to sit back and watch
without knowing me
and I'm sorry if that is all i talked about
but you were my best friend
who else was i supposed to go to?
supposed to trust?
apparently anyone else would have been a better choice
I'm sorry things ended the way they did
never call me dramatic again
Who was I to think we had something worth keeping?
Certainly not you.
We played the game.
I thought I understood the rules.
I thought you were trying to break through.
My walls oh so high
They hid the sun from you
And you saw my darkness.
In the dark you found truth.
Unable to understand it, you ran from it's grip.
Too tight around you,
the darkness is unwelcoming.
If only you knew that if you held on a little longer,
the sun was to rise and from truth love were to arise.
But you disengaged.
Saw the truth and convoluted them into lies.
But a heartbroken metaphor
for I think I miss you more.
You've moved on,
naturally and genuinely.
I sat here,
There he sits.
The moon is in the sky,
His personality changed
along with his clothes.
Tonight, he's draped in stars
and showing only a quarter
of his wonderful personality.
How humble he can be.
He's playing off the light
of the fireflies
like a violinist from a conductor.
Look at that...he's higher
than the shadow connected trees.
My old friend,
you have a flare for the dramatic.
You say I'm being dramatic
I say I'm being me
All I'm doing is expressing myself
Without adding censoring
I don't blame you for not understanding
I just wish you'd be more accepting