It is going to hurt you,
in the end.
good luck.
I told you so.

it is so unfair
that you can try and try again
and break my heart
every
time.
it is so unfair
that i believed you.

I still pace your profiles like theres something to see.
Some lyric that ties it all together, makes my insanity a little less insane, makes it all make sense.
Of course, theres not.
There were so many times we just missed eachother.
I didnt know youd stretched your hand out,
in the dark,
for so long,
and once i knew,
it was too late.
I was gone, and so were you.
What wouldve become of us if i had known?
Who would we be now?
we'll never know.
and so,
I pace.