Sometimes it feels like I'll never move on. Sometimes it feels like you're still holding on, too. I wonder if I'll ever be strong, again? If not now, when? I hold back the tears and suppress the thoughts. But at the end of the day I've fought and I lost. I can't stop missing you. I can't stop wishing you.... love and happiness...
If I could I would… erase the day we looked eye to eye and said our love would never die. I wasn’t made for this shit. I wasn’t meant to feel this way. I will never be the same.
Do you ever wonder why? Do you still believe in love? I often wonder why my love wasn’t enough. But then again what love? I admit it was probably just lust. But I must say there’s been so much pain since the day I went away.
I think about the good, deeply resent the bad and at the end of the day say fuck it, to all the things I thought I had.
Truth was, is I loved that shit. I fiend for that shit. I needed that shit. You were that shit.
Truth be, I’m over that shit. I wish I could forget that shit. I’m flushing you away with the rest of that shit. You ain’t shit.
Truth is, I will always think of that shit. I will always remember that shit. I will always feel a certain way bout that shit. But I will NEVER be a part of that shit again.
