Sometimes I think too much,
Often I think of such
Awful things
With terrible rings:
I just want to talk to you.
But I know that I shouldn't,
And I know that you wouldn't.
Its pathetic how it all is,
But I guess it's not my business
That you don't give a **** about me
Yet I don't blame you,
Here's my apologies.
For not being enough of a friend
To let this just be the end,
You keep stepping out of my life
Then right back into it;
Sorry I grew attached to our strife
Hell, I know you don't give a ****,
And that hurts the most.
But the easy part is,
You don't even know.
I liked this girl and we were on and off close friends and now we're not and I don't see her ever so we probably won't be friends again which hurts because I miss having someone to talk to, and I don't open up to many people ever so the friendship was kind of important to me. But I guess that's life and I'll get over it eventually.