As crazy as it soundsI wish so badly you would callbut when you dobecause we both know eventually you willI don’t know what to saydo I swallow my pride again?Like all those times before?Or do I confess my hate?How can it be that I love youWhen I can speak a thousand reasonsWhy I should hate youAnd every time I somehow find a wayTo forgive you, againPush away the pain and deny the pastIts different this timeAt least that’s what I convince myselfI’m so sick of thisOf caring about youAnd wanting you to be near.I find an awkward comfort being with youI’m just so use to the tension,the denial, and the hurt.When you callI’ll attempt to control my instinctTo instantly pick up the phoneI’ll see your number staring about at meAnd breathe in deepI don’t need to hear your familiar voice, right?
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