I hate what I write
I hate what I think
I hate who I am
But only half the time
I want to take back my writings
The ones about forgetting
I don't want to forget you
Don't forget me
Please don't
I really really want you
Maybe even need you
But my heart
Tells
Me
It's
Wrong
And maybe it is.
We have different beliefs.
I don't want to say it aloud, but...
Maybe we should forget each other.
We're too different
But yet the same
It could never work
Could it?
Now I feel guilty every time I see
Look at
Glance over at other people
Other guys
I think
Would he do this to me?
And the answer kills me
Every
Single
Time
And I hate it
I'm done.
