Apr 06, 2005 12:40
when she would hold my hand, i was proud. i would walk with her anywhere, and without shame. three years of time, three years of me using my talents on her, three years of me trying to provide hope, three years of fun. i guess all that matter was the good times that she got out of it. i guess, i made her friends envy her.
whenever she wasnt around, id be putting all my effort into something, busting my brains, writing songs and poems about this chic. trying to go about things the old fahioned way and actualy court a girl. doing everything from just having fun and getting drunk, to special moments at night, just the two of us at the park. all that for what,......just so she can smile, just so she can say i made her day. that aint good enough now. i put myself out there on live journal, i even got a song on our cd about her. all that just didnt work. now everyone else will know as well. three years, is along time to chase someone, my feet are tired. i just gotta be a man and admitt it to myself. you cant win this one aaron. youve failed. you will not catch that fish. let her go aaron, let her go. youre tireing yourself out. im glad you had a good time, i did too, i wouldnt take none of that shit back. im glad i made you feel special. but the reason you felt special is because i wanted you, and i tried to do special things, not just because i wanted to be your friend. this is one of the hardest things ive ever had to admit to myself. this girl does not want you aaron
i feel better already