Aug 05, 2009 16:06
Will I miss you? You're nothing like I remembered. The only thing that makes me keep coming back to you is the fear of losing myself, losing my identity. For so many years I depended on you, you were my rock. What do you do when your rock has crumbled away? You look the same, sound the same, smell the same. But the words you say and the way you act are not the same. I wish I had a time machine, I would take us to that one night. The night where we parked in an empty parking lot and danced and danced and danced. We were careless and we were best friends. There was no distance between us, these walls didn't exist. We danced to Total Eclipse of the Heart and we talked of the future together. Now, I can't even look into your eyes with out the rush of anger and hate. If I could pin-point the events that marked the demise of our friendship, then I would change it. I would fix everything. But things will never be the same. No matter how many times you message me on myspace, I know that you only want to be with me so you can feel a taste of who you once were. You want your sins forgiven, but i'm not your savior.