too sad.
they keep bringing up the past. and i regret it all. and i feel guilty for it without them having to say a word. but they still drill it into me. drill it into the ground we walk, and im left here, having to get on my bike and leave. Because they dont understand that i'm sorry.
Because i haven't spoken the words they want to hear. And the steps i am taking they do not see.
Because i dont show them, because i cant say them, but i will. I must, i guess.
I dont let my emotions out readily. I hold them dear to me.
Because i figure no words will really make anyone understand what i am actually feeling.
But i guess i can try.
I guess these words will need some force to come, some deeply felt emotion.
But i think i will write them down, even then.
In a letter. in a poem, in a song...
I cry,
for all the shit i brought into your life.
For all the shit i attracted and....
its not that i dont care, i dont even know what it is, but its not that i dont care.
And maybe i have lost you as friends, but that is the least of our problems.
I will just stay away.
I will write you a letter and stay far away.
And not bring anyone into the house, because all i get is shit for it.
Shit brought up from the past for it.
Shit i'd like to bury dead.
I'm sorry they're crazy, and i'm sorry im caring.
But you can never drill it into my head that i'm completely selfish and i dont give a shit.
Because that is all i have ever been is giving and caring.
All i have ever been and all i will ever be.
And that is why i am going to stay away.
Out of your life, off your level.
I'm sorry.
Because i haven't spoken the words they want to hear. And the steps i am taking they do not see.
Because i dont show them, because i cant say them, but i will. I must, i guess.
I dont let my emotions out readily. I hold them dear to me.
Because i figure no words will really make anyone understand what i am actually feeling.
But i guess i can try.
I guess these words will need some force to come, some deeply felt emotion.
But i think i will write them down, even then.
In a letter. in a poem, in a song...
I cry,
for all the shit i brought into your life.
For all the shit i attracted and....
its not that i dont care, i dont even know what it is, but its not that i dont care.
And maybe i have lost you as friends, but that is the least of our problems.
I will just stay away.
I will write you a letter and stay far away.
And not bring anyone into the house, because all i get is shit for it.
Shit brought up from the past for it.
Shit i'd like to bury dead.
I'm sorry they're crazy, and i'm sorry im caring.
But you can never drill it into my head that i'm completely selfish and i dont give a shit.
Because that is all i have ever been is giving and caring.
All i have ever been and all i will ever be.
And that is why i am going to stay away.
Out of your life, off your level.
I'm sorry.