I miss those nights when we would text till 2.AM.
Where have they gone?
It seems only yesterday I looked at the clock and replied "Whoa it's half-past 2!"
Now you're too busy...

I love you,
not only for who you are,
but for who I am when I am with you.

You notice how angry I am?
You FINALLY notice that what you did is wrong?
You're "gonna change?"
No you're not.
You're the same creeper, the same stalker.
I didn't mean to tell you anything. I didn't WANT to tell you.
Yet you made me your puppet so you'd keep it quiet.
I'd tell you to **** yourself but you do too much already.

I'm sorry
I messed things up....
But I think it's already too late....

It's one of those days....
I ******* this up, I ******* that up
*Why can't I do ANYTHING right?

Well I've cracked.
All that stress about what would happen
And nothing's different...

My walls are crumbling down
And I'm not stopping them this time.

Because nobody appreciates
how hard I try to keep them up...