As you lay there dieing
I sit hear crying,
Wishing I could do something,
Knowing there is nothing
Why does everything make me think of you?
Because we talked about everything.
Why do I still think of you?
All My Fault.
How many times do I have to say I’m sorry?
The things I did were stupid so Ill say it once more.
Though I know your not planning to forgive me.
I wish I could say I hate you.
And mean it even half the time.
But for now I'll just say I love you.
Because thats how I really feel.
What You Did To Me.
Images, thoughts, feelings of you run through my head
I cant forget what you said.
I want to scream out with frustration and anger
This feeling keeps getting stranger and stranger.
Are you mad at me?
Do you hate me?