Jun 21, 2004 12:37
I think this illustrates things well, even though I don't miss him all too much anymore. Yeah it sucks, but I've gotten to the point where I don't want to be with him again. Still think about him some, but usually in friendship. When he starts playing games to make me think about the old days, try and hold on to yesterday, it doesn't work anymore. Just pisses me off. So I'm getting better.
Cauterize: "Killing Me"
I wonder where you are,
Please don’t come around tonight.
Cause I can’t stand to see you,
And I don’t want to fight.
Gimme one more drink and I swear I think,
I’ll be ready to make the same mistakes again, with you.
I finally figured out that you’re not coming back,
And I’m not going anywhere.
You were the one with all the faith,
How’d you let it slip away?
That’s right, I’m blaming this all on you,
And the little things you didn’t do.
We both knew that you were stronger,
Could have fought a little longer.
You didn’t hold it tight enough,
You lost your grip and I slipped right through your fingers.
No more sleepless nights alone,
This bed is better without you.
No more waitin’ up for calls,
I’ve got nothin’ left to say to you.
Tell me again about those better days,
This silence hurts me more than anything that you could say.
Broken knuckles, broken heart,
I fell in love then fell apart.
You tried to run, I tried to hide,
Still we managed to collide.
Fell so hard, matching scars,
Held you close, felt so far.
Hearts beating out of time,
You’re screaming with no reason and no rhyme.
No more sleepless nights alone,
This bed is better without you.
No more waiting up for calls,
I’ve got nothin’ left to say to you.
So I will save this last breath for words that I won’t scream,
And I don’t feel like dying, but you’re killing me.
Just when the wounds start healing,
You’re there to break me open.
Watch the blood spill,
I’m getting used to this.
I’ll clean it in the morning.
No more sleepless nights alone,
This bed is better without you.
No more waiting up for calls,
I’ve got nothin’ left to say to you.
So I will save this last breath for words that I won’t scream,
And I don’t feel like dying, but you’re killing me.
I wonder where you are,
Please don’t come around tonight.
Cause I can’t stand to see you,
And I don’t want to fight.
Gimme one more drink and I swear I think,
I’ll be ready to make the same mistakes again, without you.
He called this morning while I was at PT. Didn't leave a voicemail. I didn't call him back. Kudos to me. I'm sure I'll talk to him soon, but last time he tried to get sentimental I let him know I didn't appreciate it. Hopefully he'll stop that. 'Cause it really doesn't work anymore... It just sucks. Life is good though. I'm happy. I just occasionally endulge in these moods, these lyrics. I like my life -- definitely ready to see what the fleet has to offer.