parallel phone calls make an interesting joint conversation
i hate that i hurt him. despite everything he has done to hurt me in the past...i still can not stand that i hurt him. he called me last night, crying so hard, wanting another chance. of course i couldn't give him that. there does come a point where you just have to let go. when enough is enough. when you just have to say that you can't do it anymore. im not that strong. i dont know what the future looks like. maybe it IS with him. and maybe its not. but i know that im taking this time i have to explore that. i just know that im done being hurt by him.
i hate to say payback sucks, because i didnt intentionally hurt him, but...its funny how things work out. what goes around definately comes around. and as selfish and mean as this is for me to say right now: at least now he knows by one night, how the past year has been for me.
you call and wake me up the way you always do
say you miss me and you're sorry, deja vu
you bush the buttons on this heart you know so well
the walls start coming down and i remind myself
every time i think you might have changed
i put aside the anger and the pain
make myself believe that there's a way
to work it out
every time you say 'lets try again'
begging me to let you back in
every time i do
every time you lie
every time i cry
if only promises could just erase the past
i could open up my heart enough to take you back
but we've been down this road time and time again
ive learned the hard way how the story always ends
on a more positive note...i listened to *his* voice while i fell asleep last night. just him talking and reading. i could listen to that voice every night forever.
i hate to say payback sucks, because i didnt intentionally hurt him, but...its funny how things work out. what goes around definately comes around. and as selfish and mean as this is for me to say right now: at least now he knows by one night, how the past year has been for me.
you call and wake me up the way you always do
say you miss me and you're sorry, deja vu
you bush the buttons on this heart you know so well
the walls start coming down and i remind myself
every time i think you might have changed
i put aside the anger and the pain
make myself believe that there's a way
to work it out
every time you say 'lets try again'
begging me to let you back in
every time i do
every time you lie
every time i cry
if only promises could just erase the past
i could open up my heart enough to take you back
but we've been down this road time and time again
ive learned the hard way how the story always ends
on a more positive note...i listened to *his* voice while i fell asleep last night. just him talking and reading. i could listen to that voice every night forever.