I can't believe nobody told me that you weren't interested before I was in too deep. I wish somebody cared bout my feelings. I wish I didn't have to listen to music to feel happiness, I wish I had someone to make me happy, that's all. That's all i've ever wanted.
I'm sitting here and you don't know I'm writing about you, you're oblivious.
I'm breaking slowly, but sure enough that feeling will end soon, it'll soon turn to sorrow and relapse. Knowing me, I'll have another mental breakdown. Now, I have to deal with you next to me for the rest of the fucking year. You're just so perfect and I keep getting reminded with the fact that you don't want me the same.
And this shit always happens. I think it's just me. It's my fault for eating so much, it's my fault for smoking, it's my fault for looking the way I do, disgusting. Before I knew how you truly felt, you made me feel beautiful. Now I feel nothing.
Sooner or later it will hit me. The feeling of longing for someone's touch. Company from another human being. Something i haven't had in ages. I need a cigarette. And yet another bad habit to try and distract me from you and the other problems I deal with on the daily. There's absolutely nothing i can do. I wish there was. I just want you to love me, and hold me, and kiss me. But it seems that it wasn't meant to be. I can still dream. And in that case, I'll see you tonight.
