Dear Dream Girl,
Okay, whatever, I'm a "douche'
I thought we had a talk, i thought we were cool, i thought we knew where eachother stood.
You write your songs and threaten my household in jest. No worries, i know the burning isn't serious, but it's the fact.
Since you came along my world has been upside down.
I've been in love with Emily for as long as i can remember. But we have parted ways, and i've moved on, but not fully. It's fucking hard okay. How for almost two years you've fought to keep someone, only to let them go because you have to. It is the hardest thing i have ever, or will ever have to do at this point in my life.
Since high school i have not stayed single for longer than a month.
My life was getting back on track for almost five months. I was growing as me.
You told me you wanted to move, and I told you I fall for someone to easily.
So i confide in you, I tell you these things and I tell you I don't think I could stand getting hurt again. And what do you do, you advertise you are to be singing, which is great (don't get me wrong), but about how much I am an ass. When you go and misconstrune everything i have told you so you can have anger, feeling, whatever.
I'm not trying to lash out, but everytime i get deeper with you, you trash me. I told you this is hard for me and i need time.
That's all i ask.
I like you a fucking lot Brittany.....the 70/30 isn't so i can continue flirting, banging, whatever other girls, it's because I myself am not 100%. How can I give myself to someone incomplete?
I ask for understanding, you give it to me, then tell me i'm gorgeous with a follow up kiss. Please, fucking PLEASE, let's actually and finally agree on something and be honest. I'm tired of the I understand you, followed by some B fucking S livejournal or myspace bullshit about an indirect attack.
I ask for understanding. You are beautiful, a great sense of humor, a sparkling personality.
I am damaged goods, I'm asking to be put back together again.
I thought we had a talk, i thought we were cool, i thought we knew where eachother stood.
You write your songs and threaten my household in jest. No worries, i know the burning isn't serious, but it's the fact.
Since you came along my world has been upside down.
I've been in love with Emily for as long as i can remember. But we have parted ways, and i've moved on, but not fully. It's fucking hard okay. How for almost two years you've fought to keep someone, only to let them go because you have to. It is the hardest thing i have ever, or will ever have to do at this point in my life.
Since high school i have not stayed single for longer than a month.
My life was getting back on track for almost five months. I was growing as me.
You told me you wanted to move, and I told you I fall for someone to easily.
So i confide in you, I tell you these things and I tell you I don't think I could stand getting hurt again. And what do you do, you advertise you are to be singing, which is great (don't get me wrong), but about how much I am an ass. When you go and misconstrune everything i have told you so you can have anger, feeling, whatever.
I'm not trying to lash out, but everytime i get deeper with you, you trash me. I told you this is hard for me and i need time.
That's all i ask.
I like you a fucking lot Brittany.....the 70/30 isn't so i can continue flirting, banging, whatever other girls, it's because I myself am not 100%. How can I give myself to someone incomplete?
I ask for understanding, you give it to me, then tell me i'm gorgeous with a follow up kiss. Please, fucking PLEASE, let's actually and finally agree on something and be honest. I'm tired of the I understand you, followed by some B fucking S livejournal or myspace bullshit about an indirect attack.
I ask for understanding. You are beautiful, a great sense of humor, a sparkling personality.
I am damaged goods, I'm asking to be put back together again.