I drive my self crazy with the thoughts in my mind, The things I shouldn't want, things I should leave behind. I find myself pacing back and forth in this room, Just realize I created my own doom. She said I was different, someone she could love. I kind of liked being held, right there up above. All I can think of is the things I shouldn't have said, And most of the time I feel brain dead. They said I did it right, said she was always bad. Then why am I the only one hurting and sad? Now I've apologized and I'm not surprised, I got no response from the girl with piercing eyes.