Sometimes I wonder why I came back.
I came back to liking you. I was
supposed to stop. Everyone told me to
stop. You were not worth it; All you were
going to do is use me all over again. And
I will come crying to my friends. All over
again.
But look at you. Just sitting over there.
You look so perfect in your blue jeans,
and red t-shirt. It's a perfect picture
of what my life is all about.
I want to be in your arms again. I want
you to want me again. I just want to be
able to call you mine all over again. But
you won't let me. Every time I come
back to you, you take me in until you
find someone else. And right once you
find that other person you throw me
on the ground like I meant nothing to
begin with.
But I am sick of this. Sick of you. I don't
want you. I want to be wanted the way
you used to want me. I don't want to put
myself through this again.
