Im still mad,
but not for the reasons
you're thinking.
I'm still mad for different
reasons completely.
I'm mad
that we couldn't be.
That you chose
to keep walking,
away from me.
I'm mad
that I let you play me.
Yes you strung me,
like chords on your
sad, lonely guitar
But mostly I'm mad
that you're still
in my heartbroken mind,
with me hearing that
sad, lonely song,
that you play so well.
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 10:15 PM UTC
Im still mad,
but not for the reasons
you're thinking.
I'm still mad for different
reasons completely.
I'm mad
that we couldn't be.
That you chose
to keep walking,
away from me.
I'm mad
that I let you play me.
Yes you strung me,
like chords on your
sad, lonely guitar
But mostly I'm mad
that you're still
in my heartbroken mind,
with me hearing that
sad, lonely song,
that you play so well.
