Who knew?
Who knew that my stomach would knot like this again. Who knew that my heart would bound in hurt and anguish. Who knew that I would melt and fall and feel empty after what I considered to be moving on. Who knew? Who knew that you could still do this to me - still make my body quiver, my fingers shake, my head whorl with memories, thoughts, worries, and ideas. Who knew. Who knew! Who knew that you would drive me insane, and leave me believing that someday things would happen, even though they won't. Who knew. Who knew I'd feel blood-shot in my soul, empty-handed in my heart. I thought I was over this - over this vindictive feeling - this residual pain - this infliction of cyncism. But apparently I'm not - apparently I still yurn, and churn, because baby, your cold eyes can burn, but then rebound - and I find myself desolate under your penetrating gaze and your heartless, careless phrases. Who knew that wanting your happiness, would drive me insane.
Huh, who knew?
Huh, who knew?