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.. couldn't get to sleep last night, wrote this ..
im trying to do this, trying to make each day
a little bit easier now that ur gone.
its hurts to wake up each morning and realize
that that someone you loved so fucking much
doesnt lose a bit of sleep over you, doesnt care,
doesnt give a damn to ask how you've
been since you got ur heart broken again.
it just shows, everything i heard about you was true.
just cause i miss you doesnt mean i want you,
and even if i did, i wouldn't do anything about it.
you're a liar of the worst kind, you're a theif and one hell of a faker.
after so much time of pretending,
the i miss you's and the way you held my hand,
the way you'd stare or fight with me about calling you a bitch,
it was all some kind of an act.. a horrible lie taht you held in.
something that felt so right, was so wrong. i needed you,
i cried over you and worred about you, i held on even when you lied,
even when you 'forgot' to call. late night phone calls talking for hours,
i miss the sound of ur laugh. i miss the way you'd say my name..
it's all gone now. just a huge fucking blurr, a peice of myself i'll never get back..
it all seemed real, no matter how much of it was a lie or how you really felt,
it all seemed so real to me.
got high. tried to go to sleep, couldnt! my high wore off and then i start thinking about all the depressing shit that's been going on lately.. and that's the main problem.
im trying to do this, trying to make each day
a little bit easier now that ur gone.
its hurts to wake up each morning and realize
that that someone you loved so fucking much
doesnt lose a bit of sleep over you, doesnt care,
doesnt give a damn to ask how you've
been since you got ur heart broken again.
it just shows, everything i heard about you was true.
just cause i miss you doesnt mean i want you,
and even if i did, i wouldn't do anything about it.
you're a liar of the worst kind, you're a theif and one hell of a faker.
after so much time of pretending,
the i miss you's and the way you held my hand,
the way you'd stare or fight with me about calling you a bitch,
it was all some kind of an act.. a horrible lie taht you held in.
something that felt so right, was so wrong. i needed you,
i cried over you and worred about you, i held on even when you lied,
even when you 'forgot' to call. late night phone calls talking for hours,
i miss the sound of ur laugh. i miss the way you'd say my name..
it's all gone now. just a huge fucking blurr, a peice of myself i'll never get back..
it all seemed real, no matter how much of it was a lie or how you really felt,
it all seemed so real to me.
got high. tried to go to sleep, couldnt! my high wore off and then i start thinking about all the depressing shit that's been going on lately.. and that's the main problem.