It's not fair that I'll have to see you,
All dressed up and looking perfect, as always.
While I'll be dressed in the usual jeans and t-shirt.
Why?
So many why's.
Too many.
I'm sick of the questions.
I'm sick of the doubt.
I'm sick of the pain.
I just want to throw it all away.
I just want to throw you away.
Why're you forcing me to see you?
Why're you forcing me to feel pain?
Why can't I just remain in the back of your mind?
Why can't you just remain in the back of mine?
Why must you continue to torture me?
Does it make you feel loved?