I'm going through my "words" folder...
"would you let me down easy if I am not what you want?
would you let me down easy? I've got a really weak heart..."
and I know that yesterday you told me not to call
that it would easier on us both
if we were without each other for a while
but I couldn't help it
the dial tone just sounds so familiar
it fills up the empty spaces in my room
the parts where the light and Jewel in ym stereo don't reaach
I didn't notice them so often when you were here
...
anyway, I just wanted to tell you that
maybe being without each other isn't really what either of us needs
or maybe it's just me
because I keep crying
I can't stop crying
it's just that I miss you
...
and now here i am, listening to the ringing on my end
and I know that it's just going to keep ringing
but it makes me feel a little better that you know I'm still here
part of me knows I'm crazy
but paart of me knows that one of these rings, you're gonna pick up
and then it just might be okay
"Some people walk into your life unnoticed. But when they walk out, they leave a gaping hole in your life that leaves you grasping for air.
I'm standing in the computer lab talking to Donna about some high school drama only freshmen get excited about, and deciding who will write the next letter between us. I'm mildly aware of her friend, Allison, standing nearby. Then Allison interjects with a requesst for a well. I'm in a relatively good mood, , so I humor her and agree. In she walks.
Allison discovers I share a class with the love of her life (from afar), and we become inspearable. We sit next to each other in class, work on school projects together and we gossip about boys in general, I with my sights on a select few that offer nothing to me and she with ehr loves for the swimmer, the bean pole, and the football god. Giggles and whispers are what we've become. Donna gets lost in the outer walls of what Allison and I have built. We are a force so great that no one dares intervene. Allison's love for boys becomes more intense and she ignites my love for poetry. By the end of the year, I want to reserve all of my yearbook for her to sign, because I cannot fathom memories getting lost in growing up."
would you let me down easy? I've got a really weak heart..."
and I know that yesterday you told me not to call
that it would easier on us both
if we were without each other for a while
but I couldn't help it
the dial tone just sounds so familiar
it fills up the empty spaces in my room
the parts where the light and Jewel in ym stereo don't reaach
I didn't notice them so often when you were here
...
anyway, I just wanted to tell you that
maybe being without each other isn't really what either of us needs
or maybe it's just me
because I keep crying
I can't stop crying
it's just that I miss you
...
and now here i am, listening to the ringing on my end
and I know that it's just going to keep ringing
but it makes me feel a little better that you know I'm still here
part of me knows I'm crazy
but paart of me knows that one of these rings, you're gonna pick up
and then it just might be okay
"Some people walk into your life unnoticed. But when they walk out, they leave a gaping hole in your life that leaves you grasping for air.
I'm standing in the computer lab talking to Donna about some high school drama only freshmen get excited about, and deciding who will write the next letter between us. I'm mildly aware of her friend, Allison, standing nearby. Then Allison interjects with a requesst for a well. I'm in a relatively good mood, , so I humor her and agree. In she walks.
Allison discovers I share a class with the love of her life (from afar), and we become inspearable. We sit next to each other in class, work on school projects together and we gossip about boys in general, I with my sights on a select few that offer nothing to me and she with ehr loves for the swimmer, the bean pole, and the football god. Giggles and whispers are what we've become. Donna gets lost in the outer walls of what Allison and I have built. We are a force so great that no one dares intervene. Allison's love for boys becomes more intense and she ignites my love for poetry. By the end of the year, I want to reserve all of my yearbook for her to sign, because I cannot fathom memories getting lost in growing up."