(no subject)
It's funny how you chose today to talk to me.
One of the most dreary days of this whole year.
You seem to know Exactly when I'm almost over you.
It's as if you can read my mind; Like seeing my actions tells you exactly how Im feeling.
But, you run back to me with your bright smile and ever so loving eyes and pathetically make my day.
And then you go and ignore me again.
As if I ever did anything to you.
As if there's a reason why you should treat my like I'm not even there.
My only way of making conversation with you is starting it; But then again, I usually end it too.
But it's funny, because I keep on letting you do this to me; As if I don't even care.
One of the most dreary days of this whole year.
You seem to know Exactly when I'm almost over you.
It's as if you can read my mind; Like seeing my actions tells you exactly how Im feeling.
But, you run back to me with your bright smile and ever so loving eyes and pathetically make my day.
And then you go and ignore me again.
As if I ever did anything to you.
As if there's a reason why you should treat my like I'm not even there.
My only way of making conversation with you is starting it; But then again, I usually end it too.
But it's funny, because I keep on letting you do this to me; As if I don't even care.