I don't have to hate you... it comes to me naturally.
I'm sorry I couldn't be interesting enough for you, dangerous enough for you while we were still together.
Don't sweat the friend thing... they all go away in the end.
You don't want to hear my voice, it's nothing but screaming.
This will eventually make us both stronger.
I can't help what you want.
It's okay... there's no such thing as permanent, lasting love.
It doesn't matter... it's been broken before. One more crack won't change much.
I'm sorry I didn't speak up.
It's okay that you left... if you're warmer in someone else's arms, then it's okay. I've laid alone on my floor in the darkness a hundred times before this.
It's me that you should have ran from.
I'm sorry I pretended to look at the apartments across the street, and I'm sorry I gave your mom a bigger hug than I should have.
It's okay... I shouldn't have been so stupid and blind.
It would've hurt if you did... and I probably would've just kept on walking.
No amount of yelling could ever compare to how I've screamed at the reflection in my mirror for the past two weeks.
I'm a metal band frontman, it's my job to look attractive... and yet I feel like such a whore.
"Your body's warm but you're not..."
I'm sorry I couldn't be what you wanted.
You woudn't believe how much this has made me grow... if only it was in a good, productive, non-violent way...
I've heard a thousand things that were worse than what you said... compared to them, "you're only a shadow" was like a compliment.
We Irish aren't all smiles and sunshine.
Take a number and get in line.
So are three other girls in this world.
I'm sorry that I couldn't love you like you wanted... and I'm sorry I had to rip myself away from you. But I wasn't the one you were meant to be with. I was just someone to pass the time until you find someone with a soul capable of love. The poems you burned are just a figment. The guy you saw today was just your imagination reacting to a 7 month nightmare. The reflection you just saw on the wall of the laundry room was only a shadow.
I'm sorry I couldn't be interesting enough for you, dangerous enough for you while we were still together.
Don't sweat the friend thing... they all go away in the end.
You don't want to hear my voice, it's nothing but screaming.
This will eventually make us both stronger.
I can't help what you want.
It's okay... there's no such thing as permanent, lasting love.
It doesn't matter... it's been broken before. One more crack won't change much.
I'm sorry I didn't speak up.
It's okay that you left... if you're warmer in someone else's arms, then it's okay. I've laid alone on my floor in the darkness a hundred times before this.
It's me that you should have ran from.
I'm sorry I pretended to look at the apartments across the street, and I'm sorry I gave your mom a bigger hug than I should have.
It's okay... I shouldn't have been so stupid and blind.
It would've hurt if you did... and I probably would've just kept on walking.
No amount of yelling could ever compare to how I've screamed at the reflection in my mirror for the past two weeks.
I'm a metal band frontman, it's my job to look attractive... and yet I feel like such a whore.
"Your body's warm but you're not..."
I'm sorry I couldn't be what you wanted.
You woudn't believe how much this has made me grow... if only it was in a good, productive, non-violent way...
I've heard a thousand things that were worse than what you said... compared to them, "you're only a shadow" was like a compliment.
We Irish aren't all smiles and sunshine.
Take a number and get in line.
So are three other girls in this world.
I'm sorry that I couldn't love you like you wanted... and I'm sorry I had to rip myself away from you. But I wasn't the one you were meant to be with. I was just someone to pass the time until you find someone with a soul capable of love. The poems you burned are just a figment. The guy you saw today was just your imagination reacting to a 7 month nightmare. The reflection you just saw on the wall of the laundry room was only a shadow.
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