As I walked home disappointed in you
I can't help but feel so stupid for even wanting to surprise you but then I guess maybe I'm too much of a good person and maybe you're too much of a bad person for me to even care about--but I can't help loving you. Someone once told me, I shouldn't care about someone who doesn't care about me but they've never met you. Someone once told me I needed to love myself before I could ever love another but what happens when you've given a heart transplant to the person you'd die for? Someone once told me that I was the bigger person in our violent love affair, that I tried as hard as I possibly could, that I put all my love inside of your ribcage and then you locked me out of your skin, that I fought for this love no matter how tough it got--and it still didn't seem to be enough
You can't just make me not want to die and then leave me high and dry
Someone once told me, you'll never truly be happy and that your karma will rest neatly on your shoulders and when it attacks and you realize the error of your ways, and when you feel numb beneath your nose you'll begin to scream and feel so lost within yourself.
Someone once told me, that someday you'll come crawling back-- I sure hope so