Another gone, gone again.
I thought he liked me for me.
I thought i felt safe with me.
I thought it would last longer than four days.
The good guys always get away,
but, as i always say its just one more off the list.
Maybe the next one waiting for me will last.
Two guys are there for me and seem like it.
I want someone to be there and be able to tell me if they are good.

Another gone, gone again.
As i lay with my phone calling and texting two.
I've never felt that comfored by someone.
When will the hurting stop?
when will they stop turning off the lights and keep them on?
When will the heart be one?
When will someone fill the pain of the hole in the heart?
The girl trapped in the room.
She can never get out, cause the door is locked.
Though i know someone will come along with the key and let her out.
Maybe he will save her for once.

Another gone, gone again.
Can't my life be like a movie?
I want John Cusack holding a boombox outside my window.
I wanna ride off on a lawnmower with Patrick Dempsey.
I want Jake from Sixteen Candles waiting outside the church for me.
I want Judd Nelson thrusting his fist into the air because he knows he got me.
But none of that happens.
Because they just want us to get hurt and do anything for them.

Another gone, gone again.
And i can't do anything but wait and cry.