my own words sometimes make me feel better than yours.
as if that could ever happen.
im the bottle of mixed feelings you smashed on the pavement many years and a long time ago.
you dont care about me.
about how i feel.
youre just "in love" with me in the way [boys will be boys].
i wont cry over you.
3 a.m. mornings made happy.
2 days later 11 a.m. or so and you threw my happy morning into a pit of black hell.
you know how much i appreciate (it) (your honesty).
thank you (for that).
holding hands in hallways.
kissing against the wall.
thats all i ever wanted from you.
but you want it all or nothing.
[yet] i still love you.
and want you around.
and i even know what you do behind my back.
behind these eyes.
i have a love/hate relationship with your smile.
it makes me smile.
but hides everything you wont let me (see)(know).
(see also: singles suck)
what a greedy boy.
and.
what a stupid foolish girl.
too young to know any better?
no.
just too young.
yourprincessofbrokenhearts.
