I'm coping
Winning better now
I like to look like I'm this new social person to you
Fake it till you make it
Well I did
I have lots of friends
I keep myself busy
Happy
That doesn't heal or prevent anything though
I still have home to deal with
No one is as good as you
You could read me like a book
You cared about my problems
I don't have any friends like that anymore
No one asks me how I am
No one checks me from head to toe making sure there's not a new cut
Only you did
But I'm still winning
I'm happy
A different type of happy
But I'm happy
I have found the two things that cheer me up most
Country music,
And babies.
I'm happy I guess,
But I'd still be happier with you
I'd still reject you
Still tell you you're a dick
We all have two minds
One comes from our head,
And one comes from our heart
See, my head hates you.
My head says you're a dick
That I hate you
That you're a terrible person
But my heart aches for missing you
It loves you still more than anything
It says it would take you back in a beat
My life is still merely built around you
I just.
I love you. Still.
I wish I could start over with you.
But wow if you read this it would suck.
It would ruin my act of not caring about you.
I love you anyways.
Gosh, I really, really do.
