I wouldn't be the only one to say: without music I'm nothing.
But that's not really true
because I gave up on music and you gave up on me
even before I knew I was something you had to give up.
I would never tell you this
but I love the way you sing
even when it's not to me
but especially when it is
you make me feel special
and part of me wishes you'd just stop
and realize that being nice to me
makes it hurt more
but I bet
being mean to me would hurt the most
and its not like I want you to stop talking to me
so I guess pain is the way to go
and I'll stick with happy pain
I haven't cried for you
(if you don't count yesterday)
and I wont
(if you don't count today)
and I don't count those
because
I'm not crying because I love you
I'm crying because I love the old you
and he comes back in glimpses
but he's not here to stay
and every time he leaves
he takes a piece of my soul with him.
So wear me down to nothing
see if I care
you can take every piece if me
just as long
as i know
I will see
the old you
again
soon