I pictured you so differently in mind
I'm disappointed with you turned out to be
Who you were all along.
I've spent my lifetime searching
Four years allotted just to you.
While you...
You talked over me
You ignored me
You didn't care about me
You made me feel worthless
And I was in love with you.
But I made excuses for you
I wrote your lines
Molded you into my Prince Charming.
I made you the lead
Of my autobiography.
But when the curtain closed
You were still the same boy
Who wasn't in love with me.
Then one day I fired you,
I cast someone else.
But you kept returning
In the flashbacks.
Stop grinning.
Stop grazing my arm.
Stop winking.
Stop
c
o
n
f
u
s
i
n
g
me.
How can I move on
If you're still in the script?
If you're still in the play?
If you're still in my life?
You know I can't,
And that's your ace,
You've done it to plenty of other directors like me.
And you've always been a good actor.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 3:31 PM UTC
I pictured you so differently in mind
I'm disappointed with you turned out to be
Who you were all along.
I've spent my lifetime searching
Four years allotted just to you.
While you...
You talked over me
You ignored me
You didn't care about me
You made me feel worthless
And I was in love with you.
But I made excuses for you
I wrote your lines
Molded you into my Prince Charming.
I made you the lead
Of my autobiography.
But when the curtain closed
You were still the same boy
Who wasn't in love with me.
Then one day I fired you,
I cast someone else.
But you kept returning
In the flashbacks.
Stop grinning.
Stop grazing my arm.
Stop winking.
Stop
c
o
n
f
u
s
i
n
g
me.
How can I move on
If you're still in the script?
If you're still in the play?
If you're still in my life?
You know I can't,
And that's your ace,
You've done it to plenty of other directors like me.
And you've always been a good actor.
just good old middle school love reflections
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