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Better Than Me Lyrics
I think you can do much better than me
After all the lies that I made you believe
Guilt kicks in and I start to see
The edge of the bed
Where your nightgown used to be
I told myself I won't miss you
But I remember
What it feels like beside you
I really miss your hair in my face
And the way your innocence tastes
And I think you should know this
You deserve much better than me
While looking through your old box of notes
I found those pictures I took
That you were looking for
If there's one memory I don't want to lose
That time at the mall
You and me in the dressing room
I told myself I won't miss you
But I remember
What it feels like beside you
I really miss your hair in my face
And the way your innocence tastes
And I think you should know this
You deserve much better than me
The bed I'm lying in is getting colder
Wish I never would've said it's over
And I can't pretend... I won't think about you when I'm older
Cause we never really had our closure
This can't be the end
I really miss your hair in my face
And the way your innocence tastes
And I think you should know this
You deserve much better than me
I really miss your hair in my face
And the way your innocence tastes
And I think you should know this
You deserve much better than me
(And I think you should know this)
I want him gone and out. And since he left this sounds easy- but he is around me always. I texted him we are exchanging stuff tomorrow. We didn't hash out where or a real time but he said evening- so prob 8. It's always 8. Whenever we are going to do something that is going to hurt or be hard, it's 8.
I put everything in a bag- pink victoria secret- I figure you know it's pink and he'll have to carry it. Plus you know Victoria's conjures up thoughts of lust and sex that he won't be having -at least with me - and I hope he gets melancholy. Also, I sprayed it with my perfume- the bag reeks of me. I figure by tomorrow it will just be enough to fill up his car when he drives home. Then he'll get to go through it... and he should be ok- but I put in the birthday card he gave me- and the stupid frikkin pendant- and his ring from Israel- and the picture frame he gave me. I know that those are birthday presents and it's probably really mean to give it back but- I don't care. I don't want it. What am I going to do- stare at the picture and wear the pendant? He can get rid of it. I hate how angry i sound when I talk about him- but I feel like it's ok that maybe i'm entitled a little.. He's like the little boy that cried I love you