Jan 06, 2005 05:23
Well,
I don't know what else to do.
What else to say.
You said don't say anything.
Well, I can't help it.
I love you more than anything.
And, I can't change that.
But, I can't fix it either.
You were playing with my head.
You didn't mean to.
You didn't know you were.
Because.....I let you do it.
Not, because I didn't know.....because, I did.
I knew the whole time.
I wanted you to do it.
Because, I knew that if I didn't let you.
I would never get that chance to be close to you again.
That's all I wanted.
Was to be close to you again.
For you to love me again.
And, I was willing to do anything for that chance.
I still am.
But, now it doesn't matter.
Because, you don't love me.....you love him....and he's long gone.
Or, maybe he isn't.....I don't know.
Even if you didn't love him.......you wouldn't love me.
What reason is there to love me again?
It doesn't matter.
It's not my life anymore.
Not my problem anymore.
I can't change your mind for you.
As much as I'd like to try.
I know you don't want me to.......you won't let me try.
Even, if you were gonna let me.
What was I supposed to do?
Call you more?
Tell you you're beautiful more often?
Tell you how much I love you?
Tell you what's on my mind when you ask?
Ask what's going on with you when I know there's something wrong?
I can do that.
All of it.
I do it now.
But it wouldn't do any good.
Because, you would still think the same things of me that you do now.
You'd still remember everything I've done.
I can't change the things I've done.
I can only change the future.
And, as long as I'm still alive, I'll always be waiting for you to come back.
Knowing it won't happen.
No matter what I do...or say....or feel.
It's not your life, anymore, either.
It's not your problem, anymore.
I don't want it to be your problem.
If you have to stay away.....do it.
If that's what makes you happier....makes your life better.
Stay away if it means it might cost you your friends' respect.
Don't let me be that thorn in your side I've been.
I can't be happy.
Don't let me keep you from being happy.
Even though I know you won't anyways.....I'm just saying.
I'm not bitter
I'm just sick.
I'm so numb.
I'm so cold now.
It wouldn't do me any good to try anymore.
All it does is make me wish.......and play with my head more.
Psychological help isn't an option.
No one can help me.
Only one person can help me.
And, she's been long gone for a long time.
I give up.
I love you, Iris.
Forever and always.
And, that will never change.
But, I can't help it.
You'll always be my music....no matter what.