i've decided tonight is the night that i set love aside
how can i ever stop you from crushing my heart
it was yours to begin with
you know whats funny? you think you can have me whenever you please. and you know what funnier? haha. well i'll keep that to myself. hahaHAHAHAHA. ahem. well i still love you, and i guess part of me always will. but i'm tired of the feeling and i'm bored of the same cycle. i'm tired of you and your shit and your dishonesty and your manwhore-ness and the way you sound when you're drunk and how you would always talk about other women. you really just make me miserable so i think i need to stop with this "I MISS TONY WAAAA" bullcrap because i know i can move on. "you think i'm weak, i think you're wrong". thats right people. i'm tired of him. and how he could make me feel so great, and then completely destroy me. all it was was a lie. a lie that lasted a year and five months. a year and almost a half wasted on a boy who wasn't worth a minute. dont get me wrong, you are a great person, and after all, i do still love you, but when it comes to girls, you kind of make me wanna barf :D. yeah, this is gunna be hard and sure, it'll hurt. but for once, i'm not gunna take the easy way out. i refuse to be your fucking doormat. and you know what made it worse? half the girls at our school are also your fucking doormat. well thank your for trying to use me and making a fool of me for the past two weeks, because now i know that i may have been the weak one but you're the one mistaken. i knew you were using me, remember, i even told you i thought so. but you were the one who thought i'd let that happen. but i'm strong enough now to be able walk away from you, my love, because you kinda suck. i love you, but not the marry-me type of love. the i-shared-so-many-secrets-and-bared-so-much-of-my-soul-to-you type of love. like i'm chained to you by the bonds we made. "chains of love gotta hold on me, when passions a prison you can't break free". well i'm severing these fucking ties.of all the people to fall in love with, why in HELL did it have to be you.
well i guess i learned my lessons from this relationship
#1 once a manwhore always a herpes infected manwhore
#2 at the first sign of infedility, run. REALLY fast.
This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters
We never stood a chance
And I'm not sure if it matters
If you are the shores, I am the waves begging for big moons
I’m mailing letters to addresses in a ghost town
I know this hurts, it was meant to
Your secret's out and the best part is it isn't even a good one
And it's mind over (you don't) matter