Every time I look at her, I think back to that night on the stage
When we stood there for an hour with a kiss that felt like days.
I remember the nights in my car. Most especially one..
When she told me she felt something too. I didn't feel so dumb..
But it seems she feels more for him than she ever will for me.
My best friend. And now I feel like I'm running away.
I'm not sure I can accept my decision. The one to let her go.
I know we both agreed to. But somehow, I still just don't know..
It's not like it matters. I could never have her anyway.
She has too many issues to work out. And I can't just sit and wait.
I'm doing it again. Being snippy; turning into a ****
And I really don't want to. I hate treating her like dirt.
But is it really so simple? Can I really just take my words back?
Should I tell him to get over it? Should I fight for something at last?
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 7:51 PM UTC
Every time I look at her, I think back to that night on the stage
When we stood there for an hour with a kiss that felt like days.
I remember the nights in my car. Most especially one..
When she told me she felt something too. I didn't feel so dumb..
But it seems she feels more for him than she ever will for me.
My best friend. And now I feel like I'm running away.
I'm not sure I can accept my decision. The one to let her go.
I know we both agreed to. But somehow, I still just don't know..
It's not like it matters. I could never have her anyway.
She has too many issues to work out. And I can't just sit and wait.
I'm doing it again. Being snippy; turning into a ****
And I really don't want to. I hate treating her like dirt.
But is it really so simple? Can I really just take my words back?
Should I tell him to get over it? Should I fight for something at last?
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