You'll Wake Up Someday...But It'll Be Too Late...
Isn't it pitifull?
That years after the fact
I can't drive back
To the place we used to haunt
Without being attacked by memories of you
It's been so long, and I'm still not over you
I cry sometimes
Washing the dishes
Driving in the car
In the bathroom at a party
Because of you
It's been so long, and I'm still not over you
In my twenty-two years of life
I've said "I love you" countless times
But you're the only one I've ever really loved
And if this continues, you're the only one I ever will
Why does it always come back
Like a springloaded corpse in a shallow grave
I keep shoveling dirt onto my past
In the hopes that it will suffocate and leave me forever
It's been so long, and I'm still not over you
I know what I did wrong now
I've learned my lesson from this
Done and over but still plaguing me
I would kill to rewrite history
And fix this or omit you entirely
It's been so long...
How long should someone grieve? I'm pretty sure that things that have hurt you in life aren't supposed to dog you throughout the rest of it. It's like everytime I think I've climbed this obstacle, it's sends me sprawling to the floor again. Maybe it's just one of those things I'll die thinking about. This is riduculous; but I've told myself that a thousand times before. Nothing ever gets better in a situation like this, it seems. This wound still bleeds, and I still miss you.