"I don't know."
"Are you okay? Should I go?"
"No."
"Okay."
"For you, I'll stay,
And if you go.
I will be here everyday"

Of all the things I forget
Tell me everything thats bothered you
And we'll scorch it.
I want to make you feel better,
That's whats important.

We don't know
How to handle each other,
I feel trapped in this
"I don't like you"
Way of view.
I'm climbing a rope
In gym class
It's a timed race
I will end up last.
"I can't climb anymore"
This rope became an obstacle course
Of how can I hold on the longest?
Do I have to prove I'm the strongest?
It's a battle of
"Great minds think alike,
And if I'm right
You're wrong"
And I have to be wrong.
Right?

I've learned things,
Awkwardness is just honesty,
and I was just as affected be the pills,
As Monic lewinsky worked for Bill.

I have my shortcomings,
We as people do,
But if I lie to myself and you still,
Every time I see you the wounds won't heal.

So I'm taking responsibility,
I used you, I hurt you,
But if we learn to forgive each other,
Maybe.. Maybe we won't feel so,
Empty.

I'm sorry
Has become more of a social habit
Than an actual gesture.
It's a half assed apology.
I pushed so much of myself away
That I felt immense sadness,
When I look at you today.
I don't want it to be this way.
"You're okay"
It's not.
I think a lot.
It's my only way out of this nightmare
Of thinking I'm not good enough.
When in honesty it doesn't matter.
It's just a thought.
I like to think that I love you
But if I ever said the words out loud
You wouldn't believe me.
We used to talk about anything
Now I only say
I'm sorry.

The one that you barely notice
It when you wake up in the morning
Probably snoring,
Finding you alarm clock has been,
Moved.
Two inches to the left.
The difference that doesn't fit right.
But if you turn on the light
My energy is still there.
The kind of midnight text
It wakes you up
When you are fast asleep
because, at midnight,
all the hurt weep.
You may be eyes open wide
Like an energy bomb of emotions
Exploded into your aura
Causing you to hate yourself
But my dictionary begins with adoration
And stops at the word you.
As if I didn't know enough
I have read through it cover to cover
Through and through
Enough to find
that you can still talk to me.

By the standards of Batman Villians
I am insane.

I've been waiting for the day,
Where I would lose myself,
Let the words fall where they'd lay.
I'll be okay.

It's an inane request,
I'm tore by you
I can't get this feeling
Away from my chest.