I'm not sure about this rage,
Because It slowly fades,
And in my moments of weakness,
I think about how happy we were,
Key word being WERE,
I wish things could be different,
I wish you felt the way I always did,
But now I have to forget,
Because that kind,funny,playful boy I met,
Has become A immature,Misunderstanding,Child,
You ignore me,
All I ever did was love and care for you,
and you return the favor by trying to hurt me?!
But I've learned,
And I will not fall victim to your ways,
My rage it's secretly fake,
Because if you walked up to me,
And just smiled,
My heart would be yours all over again.