Can you please tell me?
Why is it that every time I see something that reminds me of you I get this sinking feeling in my stomach? Why is it that every time I try to talk to you, you run? All that goes through my mind are all the possibilities of what made things go wrong. Did I drive you away? Were my problems too much of a burden? Did I hold a gun to your head and make you run from me screaming?
I've tried to work it all out in my head, but I can't seem to. Even now I feel unresolved, like there's something I wasn't let in on, the reason. Your reasoning. When I asked, you couldn't even give me that. I pretended I was ok because I knew you wanted something different.
I'm sorry for all I caused you, I gave you my apology with good reason as to why I was sorry. You never gave me that. You told me you would but you never came around.
I wanted to show you beauty and have my world by your side, all I did was show you the back of my hand as I hit you and let you fall. But you know what? You did the same. For every day I couldn't be there for you, you weren't there for me either.
Through my hardships, where was your hand of comfort? On someone else. You were supposed to be there for my problems, but you got mad because I couldn't be. I couldn't. Maybe at the time you didn't understand that. I tried to explain to you, I really did.
You tell me you don't want to associate with the people from your past because of what they stood for. Yet I've seen you do it.
I'm so tired of feeling bitter, angry, guilty, empty and in need of some type of resolve. I'm tired of wishing you the best when you wont even acknowledge me.
I'm sick of seeing what you used to be to me.
I've tried to work it all out in my head, but I can't seem to. Even now I feel unresolved, like there's something I wasn't let in on, the reason. Your reasoning. When I asked, you couldn't even give me that. I pretended I was ok because I knew you wanted something different.
I'm sorry for all I caused you, I gave you my apology with good reason as to why I was sorry. You never gave me that. You told me you would but you never came around.
I wanted to show you beauty and have my world by your side, all I did was show you the back of my hand as I hit you and let you fall. But you know what? You did the same. For every day I couldn't be there for you, you weren't there for me either.
Through my hardships, where was your hand of comfort? On someone else. You were supposed to be there for my problems, but you got mad because I couldn't be. I couldn't. Maybe at the time you didn't understand that. I tried to explain to you, I really did.
You tell me you don't want to associate with the people from your past because of what they stood for. Yet I've seen you do it.
I'm so tired of feeling bitter, angry, guilty, empty and in need of some type of resolve. I'm tired of wishing you the best when you wont even acknowledge me.
I'm sick of seeing what you used to be to me.